''Wifey, I am home!'' Brittany calls out after bringing Nicolas to a friend and hanging out with Chris and Claire after they accompanied her to an appointment, she kicks off her shoes after dropping her keys in the bowl and walks into the living room.

''Babe?'' She asks softly as she notices her laying as curled up as she can on the couch, she rushes over as she hears her soft distinct sniffle and quickly crouches down in front of her. ''San?''

''Leave me alone.'' Santana croaks out trying to turn on her other side, she frowns as Brittany prevents her from rolling over and shoots her a glare. ''Just leave me alone Brittany.''

''What the hell did I do now?'' Brittany asks frowning in confusion.

''Geez I don't know, why don't you ask Loraine what you did?''

Brittany tilts her head in confusion, her eyes widening as Santana slowly pushes herself up with a huff and sighs. ''Babe..''

''No!'' Santana exclaims as she waddles towards the stairs. ''Just leave me alone!''

''Santana.'' Brittany tries again, she sighs as she angrily shakes her head and stops at the bottom up the stairs. ''I love you.''

''I love you too!'' She flinches as the bedroom door slamming closed follows right after and drops her head, she walks to the couch deciding that allowing her to cool off will be better than fueling her already angry state and drops down with a soft defeated sigh.

''Fuck!'' She grumbles running her hand down her face, she slides her phone out of her pocket and taps the last group chat she opened.

To Three of a kind: Guys I think I fucked up.

From Liv: Fucked up? What did you do?

From Noah: What happened?

To Three of a kind: San opened Loraine's chat.

From Liv: Loraine?

From Noah: B's trusted tattoo chick.

She rolls her eyes knowing Abi and Quinn are both hanging out talking about new roles after Abi also offered to be Q's agent and slowly lifts her shirt, she snaps a picture of her wrapped side and sends it into the group.

To Three of a kind: The woman that did this.

From Liv: When the hell?

To Three of a kind: I did this a few hours ago, I used working out with Chris and Claire as an excuse, they accompanied me to it though because it did hurt like a bitch.

From Liv: And San found out?

To Three of a kind: No San found the cryptic messages Loraine send me and now thinks that I am cheating on her, she stormed up the stairs before I could explain.

From Noah: Why cryptic? The tattoo looks amazing though!

From Liv: I agree, and cryptic?

To Three of a kind: I didn't want San to find out about the surprise, so it was just a friendly chat after I made an appointment and send her the sketch, her last message was that she can't wait to see me again.

From Liv: Yeah that sounds weird and not only for a hormonal woman.

She rolls her eyes and slides down the couch with a sigh, she looks at her phone as it buzzes again and shakes her head.

From Puck: Not helping Liv, Now B needs help setting this shit straight. When do you want to show her?

To Three of a kind: I wanted to show it to her tonight, but she locked herself into our room.

From Liv: Did she eat?

She looks around with a frown, shrugging her shoulders as she doesn't see dishes standing around and turns back to her phone.

To three of a kind: Don't think so, no dishes to see.

From Noah: Perfect, cook her favorite meal.

From Liv: Not only her favorite meal, bake some breadsticks, you know she will run out of the room the second she smells them.

From Noah: After dinner, give her a foot rub and make her praise heaven!

From Liv: Puck!

To three of a kind: Fuck you Noah.

From Noah: What?! It helped with Q.

She rolls her eyes sliding off of the couch as she notices Liv already typing something and walks into the kitchen, she opens the fridge sighing in relief as she notices that she has enough potatoes and fresh tomatoes.

She grabs her phone after placing everything she needs on the kitchen counter and unlocks it, she raises an eyebrow as she reads the group chat and sighs.

From Liv: Right it was successful with Q and with me too, but we were both just slightly sensitive. Double whatever Q and I felt now though, she is carrying twins Puck, which means, twice as sensitive, twice as moody and twice as much risk for B to land in the damn dog house.

From Noah: So that means absolutely no action for B?

From Liv: You are such a pig.

From Noah: What? I am just asking, I can't imagine going nine months without.

She shakes her head and snickers as she watches the series of eye roll emojis Liv send into the group.

To Three of a kind: Our relationship isn't all about being imitate, sure it is a part of it but if going nine months without means Santana feeling as comfortable as she can with carrying two little loves, I gladly wait and enjoy the way my wife carries and cares for our two little loves.

I will start cooking now, please send a prayer to the higher forces that San smells it and allows me to explain.

She connects her phone to the speaker after muting it and opens spotify, she grabs the potatoes after starting her favorite playlist and hums softly to the music as she starts preparing dinner.

Brittany sighs jogging up the stairs juggling a peanut butter and chocolate shake, a plate filled with food and a basket with breadsticks on a tray after preparing everything for forty five minutes and softly knocks on the bedroom door. ''Love, dinner is ready.'' She breaths out leaning against the wall beside the door, she rolls her eyes as she doesn't hear a reply aside from some show Santana is watching and drops her head against the wall.

''You can keep on ignoring me, but please think of our little angels too and eat San.''

''Doors open.''

She sighs softly in relief as she hears her soft voice and slowly opens the door, she walks in gulping thickly as she eyes her wife's body under the comforter and slowly places the tray on the nightstand. ''You need something else?''

''No.'' She nods her head as she hears her soft voice and sighs.

''Alright, I will be downstairs.'' She murmurs. ''You think we can talk after dinner?''

''I don't think I want to talk and hear it.''

Brittany just nods her head and sighs. ''I will be downstairs.'' She murmurs again as she stands up, she walks out of the room, pausing as she hears Santana move and bites her lip.

She turns around placing her hand against the door frame and looks at her wife as she grabs a bread stick to munch on. ''San?'' She raises an eyebrow as she tries to ignore her and digs her nails in the door frame knowing getting angry herself will only cause discomfort and raised blood pressure for Santana. ''Look at me.'' She pleads softly.

She softly taps her nails against the door frame, patiently waiting for Santana to finally fight her stubbornness and sighs inwardly in relief as she finally turns to her. She slowly tugs her shirt up, showing her the wrap on her side and locks eyes from her after she looked at the wrap and her face went from void with any emotions to one filled with worry.

''Loraine is the only person I trust to do tattoos that mean the most to me.'' She taps her back knowing Santana immediately knows what she means and shrugs. ''She did amazing work on my back, so I just had to contact her again for the two tattoos I had in my mind.''

She nods her head to the tray and sighs. ''Eat your dinner, I will be downstairs.'' She turns on her heels not allowing San to reply, knowing she needs to think about everything first and gently runs her thumb on her sore ring finger feeling the slick skin of the newly tattooed area.

An hour later.

Brittany turns her head slightly as she hears footsteps coming down the stairs after she cleaned the kitchen up and reaches out grabbing the remote control to turn the volume of the TV down, she locks eyes with Santana as she waddles into the living room, licking her lips as she watches her cradle her very noticeable baby bump and scoots over so she can sit in the favorite corner of the couch if she wants to sit beside her.

''You got a new tattoo?'' Santana asks softly as soon as she sat down beside her.

''Two new ones, but one of them isn't finished yet.'' Brittany murmurs as she turns the TV off, she places her left hand on the cushion beside Santana's leg and watches her look down at it. ''That is one of them.'' She murmurs as she watches her eyebrows raise in surprise.

''Damn.'' Santana whispers softly as her eyes lock on the infinity symbol along with their wedding date and her name, she gently grabs her hand noticing the red glistening skin knowing Brittany just rubbed it in with ointment and gulps thickly. ''It looks amazing.''

She slowly looks up as Brittany hums and licks her lips. ''So Loraine is your tattoo artist?''

''One of the best in LA.'' Brittany breaths out. ''It took a while for her to have time and I wanted to surprise you, so we kept our chat friendly in the hopes that you would think it was a teammate.''

''Had I known she would send me that, I would have told you.''

''So she is not someone you met on Tinder?''

''Tinder?'' Brittany asks in surprise. ''Babe how the hell would I meet someone on Tinder.'' She holds up her hand and shakes her head. ''Better question, why the hell would I search for someone on Tinder?''

''I don't know.'' Santana murmurs shrugging. ''I am not really the perfect wife right now.''

''You are not..'' Brittany cuts herself off knowing getting pissed will only make the situation worse and sighs. ''Please enlighten me.'' She breaths out. ''Why do you think that?''

''Well I don't deliv…'' She holds up her hand knowing immediately where Santana's thoughts are going and turns to face her.

''Okay stop.'' She breaths out not wanting to hear her doubt herself. ''San since when is our relationship only based on sex?''

''Not at all, but it's a part of it.''

''That's true, but how often did I tell you no because I was tired, injured or had to focus on an important match?''

''But not for five months in a row!''

''No but I was never as sensitive and sore as you were!'' She replies in the same tone. ''Fuck San, you are carrying our twin babies.'' She breaths out as they lock eyes. ''Do you really think that I don't understand that and search for the next fucking willing thing just because you currently feel pain instead of pleasure whenever I touch you?''

She breaths deeply through her nose as Santana looks down at her hands and scoots closer, she gently cups her cheek, tilting her head up as she watches her fidget her fingers and lovingly runs her thumb over her cheekbone the second they lock eyes.

''I don't need or want someone else Santana.'' She breaths out after exhaling slowly. ''I can understand why it's currently hard to be intimate and I don't mind that at all, you are carrying our babies love, all I want is for you to feel as comfortable as possible while you make sure double and trouble are healthy and happy.''

''But what about you?''

''You don't think I absolutely love enjoying the wonders pregnancy brings with it?'' She asks softly, she covers her bump with her free hand and licks her lips. ''That I don't love watching our babies grow, hearing their heartbeats and spending all of my free time with my wife, son and unborn loves?''

''I wake up every damn morning and thank god every fucking time I feel those little kicks Santana.'' She continues as they keep their eyes locked. ''Thank him every damn day for leading you and Nic into my life, for blessing us with two more little angels and I am so insanely grateful that Marcus and Em's are also up there making sure that we are all protected.''

She sighs softly as silent tears start trickling down Santana's cheek and pulls her into a hug, she kisses her temple as she feels her face immediately nuzzle against her shoulder and closes her eyes as she hears her soft shaky exhale. ''I love you and only you Santana.'' She whispers softly. ''I don't want anyone else, not now, not ever.'' She continues. ''I am in this for the very long haul.''

She covers her bump with her hand and runs her thumb over it, she smiles tearfully as she feels two soft kicks against her hand and gulps thickly. ''I am in this, for forever.'' She corrects. ''There is nothing that can make me happier than you and our children can, love.''

She winces as Santana's arms wrap tightly around her waist, feeling the pressure on the sore skin under the wrap on her side and gently lowers her right arm so it doesn't press directly on her ribs. She shakes her head as Santana pulls back with a concerned frown and kisses her forehead. ''I am fine.'' She murmurs reasuringly.

''Can I see it?''

''Want to help me wash it, rub it in and wrap it back up?'' She smiles as she immediately nods her head and slowly stands up, she holds out her hand, pulling her up as soon as she took it and cups both of her cheeks. ''Will you please talk to me next time? Don't shut me down again.''

''I will.'' Santana murmurs softly, she wraps her arms around her shoulders and pulls her closer. She closes her eyes as she feels her warm lips on her forehead and sighs shakily. ''I am sorry.''

''You don't have anything to apologize for.'' Brittany murmurs softly. ''Just talk next time.'' She pulls back as she feels her nod her head and slowly leads her up the stairs knowing she can't walk that fast, she follows her into their bathroom and takes off her button up.

''It's that big?'' Santana asks in surprise as she notices the smudged ink under the giant wrap covering most of her side, Brittany just hums softly as she wets a hand towel and places the ointment Loraine gave her beside the sink.

Santana gently pushes her hands away as she tries to take the wrap off and locks eyes with her. ''Please let me.'' She smiles slightly as she nods her head keeping her left arm lifted and looks at the wrap, she gently picks at one corner, slowly pulling it off and takes the hand towel not recognizing what it is yet.

Brittany licks her lip as she watches her face, feeling the towel on her sore skin and gulps thickly as she watches several emotions fill Santana's brown orbs, she bites her lip as she watches brown orbs filled with love slowly start glistening with tears and smiles slightly as they slowly slide up to lock on her own.

''I thought long and hard about a meaningful tattoo that not only shows everyone what is the most important thing in my life, but also shows how grateful I am that it happened.'' She explains softly, she turns sideways so she can see the tattoo in the mirror and smiles slightly. ''Family and friends are very important to me, but my own family is the most important.''

Santana gulps thickly as she watches two monarch butterflies with the exact color of the real butterflies flying up with their wings connected, gently running the towel over their initials, the date they started dating and their wedding date underneath and gulps thickly. ''They look so real.''

She runs the towel further down as she hears Brittany's soft hum and gulps thickly as she eyes the slightly smaller blue butterfly flying underneath them with Nic's initials and his date of birth. ''Why are the other sketched?'' She asks curiously as she grabs the ointment.

''Because we don't know their genders, date of birth or names yet.'' Brittany murmurs. ''So I asked Loraine to keep it like this for now and I will return back after you gave birth and complete this tattoo.''

''It looks amazing.'' Santana murmurs softly. ''Really big but still amazing.''

Brittany laughs, hissing softly as she graces a sore spot near her hip and turns to look at her as she apologizes. ''It's not bigger than the Phoenix on my back.'' She murmurs.

''True.'' Santana whispers as she grabs clean plastic wrap, she covers her side with it again and frowns as she feels her flinch. ''Did your back hurt like this too?''

''Not really.'' Brittany replies honestly. ''Sure it was pretty painful the second she started on my spine, but the three little butterflies are directly on my ribs, it will take a while for that feeling to fade.''

''Why do you do it, when it hurts you so much?'' Santana asks curiously.

''Because we both know that I can't talk for shit.'' Brittany breaths out with a slight grin, her smile grows as Santana's sweet laughter fills the bathroom and shrugs. ''I can say a lot of things in private but whenever other people ask me what I feel, I can never express what I really feel, my tattoos speak for me.'' She breaths out.

She taps the small of her back and licks her lips. ''The Phoenix stand for all the good memories I have with Em, but the rising from the ashes part, describes the downfall I managed to fight and shows everyone that I didn't give up and fought hard for my happiness.''

She turns on her heels to face Santana as she feels her fingers run down her spine and holds up her left hand showing her the tattoo on her ring finger. ''This is the smallest tattoo I have, but it is one with the biggest meaning.'' She continues.

''I am one of the lucky women who found her soulmate and married her, we both went through hell separately, but with this.'' She gently graces her tattoo. ''And with these.'' She runs her thumb over her engagement and wedding band temporarily adorning her middle finger and locks eyes with Santana. ''We show everyone how hard we fought to reach or happiness, we both suffered a great loss in life, but with their help and with our stubbornness we fought against every fucking rock in our path and face a future filled with amazing things.''

She locks eyes with her and gently taps the wrap covering her side. ''This tattoo speaks for itself and I am forever grateful that you give me the family I didn't even know I dreamed of.'' She whispers.

''Our home, our family means the most to me.'' She breaths out as she watches Santana's eyes slide down to look at the tattoo again. ''People often call the walls surrounding someone there home, but I don't.''

She licks her lips as Santana looks up in confusion and shrugs. ''You are my home, you and our children are.'' She murmurs. ''Home is where the heart is, and the two soon four of you have my heart.''

''Wherever you are.'' She whispers as she cups her cheek. ''Is where I feel home, I can do without everything we have, without our cars, without our house, without the amount of things we worked hard for but I can't go without you and our children.''

She hugs Santana close as she just steps closer with silent tears running down her cheeks and nuzzles her nose in her dark locks. ''You are the love of my life Santana, nothing can ever change that.''