CHAPTER 13
A/N: Hi people! So here is the 2nd part (and it's a longer chapter!), covering the girls' family vacation and the months that follow. To avoid making people uncomfortable, I will no longer name every reviewer individually (unless you want me to, happy to oblige!). Of course, I still read every single review and I'm very grateful for them. Keep them coming, even if you prefer to remain anonymous! And thanks to WhitWalk for proofreading this chapter. Now, it's time to fly to Europe with the girls, so enjoy and watch the POV!
A FEW DAYS LATER – IN EUROPE (LONDON) – SANTANA's POV
"What do you mean 'Liam has to sleep in the twins' room the whole time he is traveling with us'?!" Sofia asks me, frowning. "You can't be serious!"
"Oh, I'm dead serious." I immediately reply.
"You know that I'm turning 18 in just a few weeks, right?" She argues.
"And I'm turning 43 around the same time. What's your point?" I shrug.
"Okay, where's mom?" She's quick to ask, obviously looking for support.
"She's taking a shower." I say. "But if I were you, I wouldn't bother, mija. Mom and I already talked about it, and she agrees with me."
"Well, can we at least discuss it?" She insists, crossing her arms.
"Not that it's going to change my mind, but sure… let's discuss." I say in a jaded tone, inviting her to sit down across the table.
We end up staring at each other for a while, without saying a word.
"I know you know that Liam and I have sex." She eventually says, completely catching me by surprise.
Even though Brittany already told me months ago, part of me was still hoping that she had just misunderstood "the signs", but hearing Sofia saying it so bluntly doesn't leave any more room for doubt: my daughter is sexually active.
"I know mom figured it out a while ago…" She adds. "And she told you, didn't she?"
Crap, what am I supposed to say now? Brittany made me promise that if it came up, I would act like I didn't know anything.
"Um… I… uh…" I trail off, not sure how to react.
"What's the point of discussing if you won't even be honest?" She challenges me, locking eyes with me.
Damn, Brittany is right. That girl looks more and more like me…
"Fine…" I sigh. "Yes, I know about you and the leprechaun… But don't be mad at mom for telling me, mija. We were just…"
"It's okay, mama." She cuts me off. "I was actually hopingshe would tell you."
"What…?" I frown in confusion, not expecting that.
"I never meant to hide it from you… I was just too scared to tell you myself." She shrugs. "I was sure mom would eventually tell you, and I thought it was for the best, because you would take it better if it came from her anyway."
"Better…" I repeat with a sarcastic chuckle, remembering how bad I reacted to the news, even with all the Martinis Brittany made me drink that day.
"I'm sorry…" Sofia says, obviously understanding that I didn't take it well. "I get it though… Even I feel weird when I see Diego and Gabriel kiss girls, so I can't imagine how you must feel knowing that I… um…" She trails off. "But when you were my age, you were already dating mom, and you guys were also sleeping together…"
"It's not the same, mija."
"It's exactly the same, mama! You and mom were even moving a lot faster than me and Liam." She argues. "You were not even 20 years old when you moved in together, and you got engaged just a few months after that! So, why can't I share a bed with my boyfriend for a few days?" She asks, making me sigh.
"I already told you, Sofia… I know it's not fair, but it's not the same!"
"Why? Because I could get pregnant?"
"Yes!" I immediately say, raising my arms.
"But I'm on the pill and we're careful…" She argues. "And what if we lived in a world where mom could have gotten you pregnant at 18, huh? You know it wouldn't have stopped you."
"I… uh…" I stutter, trailing off. Damn, I hate when she's being so smart.
"Well?" She asks, getting impatient. "And remember: you promised to be honest."
"Ok, fine. I would still have had sex with her." I admit. Who am I kidding, anyway?
"Exactly. So, can you please stop being so old-fashioned about it?"
"I can't help it, mija!" I shrug. "I was basically raised by your nana Alma, so what do you expect from me exactly?
"I don't know, can you just try to remember how you felt around mom at my age?" She asks. "Besides, you know that in a couple of months, Liam and I are moving to New York, and you won't be there to stop us from spending the night together."
"Well, when you're in college, you'll do what you want." I shrug. "But right now, you and Liam are my responsibility! And there is a reason why we – and his parents – have an open-door policy, mija… My job is to make sure nothing happens between you two here, so I'm not going to provide a bed and put rose petals on it, okay?" I say while she rolls her eyes. "You'll understand when you're a mom."
"But it's not just about sex!" She argues. "I want to be able to cuddle with my boyfriend! When am I supposed to do that?"
"During the day." I shrug. "When there's someone else in the room. Or with the door open."
"So much for intimacy…" She complains.
"Oh, because you think I had any intimacy with your mom when you were little?" I ask. "There was a time where you invited yourself in our bed every night, mija! That's just how it is, parents and children ruin each other's sex life." I shrug. "So, to be clear: the Irish will sleep in your brothers' room and he's not allowed to set a foot in yours." I add, pointing my index finger at her. "And I'm warning you: I will regularly come check on you, at any time of the night. Okay? And if you dare break the rules, I swear I'll put him on the first flight back to Ireland. Capisce?"
"Fine…" She sighs in defeat.
ONE WEEK LATER – IN SWEDEN
"Well, that music museum was really impressive!" I say enthusiastically while walking with Diego, right behind his siblings, and Liam and Brittany. "What did you think, mijo?"
"Uh…?" He says in a distracted voice, obviously more interested in the two girls we just walked past. "Oh, uh… yeah, sure, it was cool."
"Do you really need to look at every girl we happen to cross paths with?" I ask, jaded.
"I'm sorry, but have you seen the girls here? They are all beautiful!" He says in disbelief. "How come you don't look?" He asks. "I thought tall blondes with blue eyes were your type."
"No." I frown. "Your mom is my type."
"Well, last time I checked, she was a tall blonde, with blue eyes."
"My point is that she's not just any random beautiful blonde, mijo! She's the love of my life." I reply. "And if you stopped ditching girls after just two days, maybe you would find yours."
"Well, maybe one of these girls is the love of my life." He argues, eyeing yet another Swede, while I shake my head in despair.
A FEW DAYS LATER (EVENING TIME) – IN SPAIN
"I really love this place!" Brittany says in an excited voice as we sit on the terrace of a tapas bar, sipping cool white wine.
"Oh, me too!" I immediately agree. "I have everything I need to be happy: good food, good wine, a beautiful woman to keep me company…" I say, bringing her hand to my lips. "And it's good for the kids too, they get to practice their Spanish, and experience the local culture…" I add, nodding towards our children, who are chatting with friends on the beach, a few feet away. "Looks like they're having a great time! Except for Sofia, maybe."
"Well, I guess she's a bit down, it's Liam's last night with us."
"Oh yeah, how sad..." I say sarcastically.
"San…"
"What?" I shrug. "I did my part, Britt! I invited him – for free may I add – to join us for two weeks, so she could spend some time with her boyfriend. But I'm not going to pretend I'm sad he's leaving." I warn. "Besides, this is a family vacation! With him gone, maybe our daughter will finally pay attention to us and her brothers."
"Okay, you know what? Name three things you like about Liam." She suddenly challenges me.
"I don't like anything about him." I'm quick to say.
"Santana…" She sighs.
Oh, here it is… the full name.
"What?" I ask again, raising my arms.
"Look, I don't want to freak you out but… I think he might be the one for her, so… you need to learn to like him."
"Oh come on, Britt… You know that apart from our family and close friends, I generally don't like people. And he's sleeping with my daughter, so… I have all the reasons to dislike him!"
"But that's exactly the issue! Ever since he was a little boy, you've seen him as someone who will corrupt your daughter's innocence."
"Well, I was right, wasn't I?" I argue while she rolls her eyes.
"I bet you would actually love him if he was not dating Sofia." She says. "So, just pretend he's gay or something, and find three things you like about him." She insists.
"Why is this so important to you?"
"Because I know how miserable you were when your Abuela didn't approve of me. And I don't want Sofia to experience the same pain." She says and I just remain silent, not knowing how I could possibly go against her smart arguments.
"If you find three things, I'll make sure to reward you in bed tonight…" She eventually whispers, staring into my eyes while placing her hand on my bare thigh, under the table.
"You could have led with that." I point out, making her smirk.
"I'm listening…"
"Fine." I sigh in defeat. "I guess he's kind of well-mannered…" I reluctantly admit while she nods in agreement. "And uh… he's a talented musician. I mean, he plays the violin well, at least."
"One more…" She insists, caressing my thigh.
"He's… um… he's rather considerate around Sofia, I guess…" I eventually say in a whisper.
"That's right." She smiles. "Thanks for making the effort, honey." She adds, pressing her lips against mine. "We should do this every now and then."
"What?!" I frown. "Okay, Britt… no! I'm not going to wrack my brain just to…"
"I'll reward you in bed every time you find three new things." She cuts me off.
"I… um… you…" I trail off, hesitating. God, it's not fair! She keeps confusing my brain with these thoughts of her naked!
"Every time, really…?" I eventually ask, in spite of myself. Damn, I'm weak.
"Every time." She confirms, caressing my cheek.
"Okay, I guess he's quite smart." I say. "After all, he's always had decent grades. And he's a Christian, so at least, Abuela won't be on my back. Oh, and once, he also stood up for Gabriel against that bully, Tom what's-his-name. Not that it was necessary but still, that was pretty cool of him."
"Ok, I didn't mean you had to find them all right now." She chuckles.
"No, no, I'm sure I can find more!" I quickly say. "Um… oh yeah, he never misses Sofia's dance recitals. And he's a pretty responsible kid, he's cautious when he drives and…" I add but she eventually cuts me off with a kiss.
Well, I guess I'm getting lucky tonight.
ONE WEEK LATER – IN POLAND – AT THE RESTAURANT
"You're awfully quiet tonight…" Britt says while I'm lost in my thoughts, playing with my fork. "I thought you loved these dumplings?"
"I do. I was just thinking…" I sigh, aware that everyone finished eating a long time ago already.
"About what?" She asks, caressing my hand.
"The kids…" I shrug, glancing at them outside chatting.
"What about them? You look worried."
"I am…" I admit.
"But… why?" She asks in a concerned voice.
"I don't know, I think it's because we're almost half way through our vacation… which means we're getting closer to the moment our little girl leaves our home and moves across the country…" I sigh.
"I know… But it's time for her to start her own life, honey…" She shrugs, squeezing my hand to comfort me. "And you know you don't have to worry about her! She's smart, she's resourceful and she can look after herself. Besides, she won't be in the middle of nowhere, she will be in New York, on campus! And Liam's school is not far, he will take care of her."
"The Irish? That's supposed to reassure me?" I question with a frown.
"Okay, well… What if I tell you that Rachel, Kurt and the other Gleeks will watch over her?" She says in a comforting voice. "Better?"
"A little bit, yeah…" I admit. "But it's not just Sofia… We have what, three years before the twins leave too?" I shake my head in despair.
"Mmh, it looks like someone is showing early signs of the empty nest syndrome…" She says, caressing my cheek.
"How come you're not?" I ask. "You have more of a maternal instinct than I ever did!"
"I know you always say that, but that's not true, San. You're a wonderful mama, and you're crazy about your kids! Why do you think I chose to have them with you?" She smiles. "But even when the boys are gone, you'll still have me, honey." She adds, kissing my lips.
"That does make me feel better…" I admit, giving her a timid smile that she immediately returns.
"You know, we actually had that same conversation a long time ago, when Sofia was 5, I think…" She says.
"We did?"
"Yes." She nods. "Don't you remember? We talked about all the things we would do once the kids move out."
"Like what?"
"Well, we said we would travel more, maybe even to Australia, or Japan… And that we would go on a cruise…" She says. "Oh, and we also said we would have sex all over the house, any time we want." She whispers, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Now, you're talking…" I smirk.
"And some day, we'll probably have grandkids staying with us every now and then anyway, so the house won't be empty."
"Woah, woah, woah…" I say, putting my hand up. "Not too soon, okay?"
"Not too soon…" She repeats with a smile, pulling me into a kiss.
A FEW DAYS LATER (EVENING TIME) – IN CZECH REPUBLIC – IN BED
"Night, honey…" Brittany kisses my lips before lying on her side, obviously ready to sleep.
"Wait, what? I thought we were going to have sex tonight…" I pout in disappointment.
"Well, yeah, but that was before you said you were not feeling well." She shrugs. "You should rest, honey. We can have sex tomorrow night."
"No, we can't, it has to be tonight!" I object.
"Why?"
"Because tomorrow night, we'll be in Croatia already."
"So?" Britt shrugs, obviously confused.
"Okay, here's the thing…" I say. "Before we left, there was only one country I had ever had sex in: the United States. But now, thanks to our trip through Europe, I'm at nine!" I say proudly. "And tonight, we have the opportunity to reach the magic 10." I wiggle my eyebrows.
"But San, if we do it in Croatia tomorrow, you will also reach 'the magic 10'." She says, using air quotes.
"Or we can even reach 11 tomorrow, if we don't skip Czech Republic tonight." I argue. "See, that's why we should have stayed more than two days here…"
"So, you're having sex with me just to tick off countries on a map?" She asks, crossing her arms.
"No!" I immediately object. "I have sex with you because I love you, Brittany. But wouldn't it be fun to say 'Czech Republic? Oh yes, I've been there. As a matter of fact, I even had sex there.'?"
"And to whom would I possibly say something like that?" She questions.
"I don't know, Puckerman?" I shrug but she rolls her eyes, clearly not convinced.
"Okay, look… You know what I will remember from our very short stay in Czech Republic?" I ask. "The music, the beer, Charles Bridge… and hopefully, the amazing sex I had with my lovely girlfriend…" I say with hopeful eyes but she remains silent.
"Brittany, we were apart for five long years… And now that we're back together, I want to enjoy my time with you to the fullest!" I confess. "Because the one thing I learned from our divorce is that I shouldn't take anything for granted. And I love you wherever we are, honey…" I shrug. "So, please, let me show it to you…?" I say in a flirty voice, placing a tender kiss on her cheek.
"Are you even sure you feel up to it?" She eventually asks, hesitating.
"Yes, I feel fine now." I nod. "But I'm sure I would feel even better if you made love to me…" I say innocently.
"You're incorrigible, you know…" She whispers against my lips, before pulling me into a loving kiss.
A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER (LATE AFTERNOON) – IN CROATIA
After strolling through the local market stalls for a good hour, Brittany and I were ready to call it quits, but the kids insisted on exploring a little longer. So, my lovely blonde and I resigned ourselves to waiting on a bench nearby.
"I think that must be the 75th hat Sofia has tried on…" I say, my eyes following our daughter's every move.
"That must be just about the same for Diego and the sunglasses…" Brittany chuckles.
"And of course, our Gabriel is going to check every single book that is for sale…" I add.
"Yeah, I don't think they'll be done anytime soon…" Brittany says, intertwining our fingers. "Do you want to take another look around?" She asks.
As I turn to her, I catch the light of the setting sun reflecting on her hair, making the blue of her eyes even more captivating than usual. God, she's so beautiful…
"No… The only thing I want to look at is right here…" I smile, squeezing her hand tighter.
A FEW DAYS LATER – IN GREECE (LESBOS ISLAND)
"San, honey, wake uuup…" I hear Britt sing song from afar, feeling her lips against my cheek.
"Mmhh…." I grunt.
I'm so exhausted that I don't even manage to open my eyes. And I feel heavy, but maybe it's because Brittany's entire body is apparently lying on top of mine.
"What time is it…" I barely can articulate, my eyes still closed.
"It's early… 5:30 AM." She says, trailing kisses along my jawline.
"What…?" I frown, my eyelids now half open. "Why would you even be awake at 5:30? We're on holiday!"
"Because I want you…" She whispers, kissing my chest. God knows that I would normally happily go along with it but it's the middle of the night right now!
"But, honey… we had sex barely 5 hours ago…" I complain in a tired voice.
"So?" She asks, pressing her lips on mine, caressing my sides. "I don't know, maybe it's because I'm having the most wonderful time on this trip with you and the kids – or perhaps, it's because this beautiful island is a symbol of lady love – but I definitely want to love my lady right now…" She says in a sultry voice, gently sucking on the most sensitive spot of my neck, while running her hand over my bare breast.
Oh God… That is definitely going to wake up my lady parts…
"Besides… the kids won't wake up for hours…" She whispers, the hot air of her breath brushing against my skin.
"Only you can make me horny at 5:30 AM…" I shake my head in despair while she smirks, obviously pleased with herself.
Without a word, I wrap my arms around her naked body and pull her closer, kissing her passionately.
ONE WEEK LATER – IN ITALY – ON THE BEACH – BRITTANY's POV
"You ready, honey?" Santana asks me as we're about to go for a walk with the kids.
"Yep, I am." I smile, grabbing my small purse.
"Where's Diego?" Santana frowns, looking around.
"Over there…" Sofia says, pointing at her brother.
"Oh my God, is he yet talking to another girl?!" Santana says in disbelief, shading her eyes from the sun to see better.
"That's Valentina." Gabriel says. "We met her at the arcade two days ago."
"Oh wow, she managed to last two whole days? That girl must be something!" Santana says sarcastically.
"Mijo, it's time to go!" She shouts, waving at Diego.
"Well… it looks like Valentina will be joining us." I say, watching them walk towards us, hand in hand.
"Good Lord…" Santana sighs, rolling her eyes. "You know we're gonna have a dozen random girls in our holiday pictures, right?" She asks, turning to me.
LATER THAT DAY – ON THE BEACH
"San, you've got to taste this gelato… I think this may be the best I have ever had!" I say in an excited tone, bringing it to her mouth.
"Oh, yeah… very tasty! Damn, I should have gotten that one too…"
"Well, we can share if you want." I smile. "How about you, guys? You like it?" I ask our kids.
"Yeah, I must say it's really good!" Sofia nods enthusiastically. "No wonder everyone is talking about this place."
"What about you, boys?" Santana asks but she quickly turns to Gabriel when she sees that Diego is clearly more interested in Valentina than his ice-cream.
"I really like it but I was hesitating between this one and another flavor, and now I wonder if I made the right choice…"
"Well, tell you what, mijo… How about we come back tomorrow, so you can try the other one?"
"Really?" He asks.
"Of course! We still have a couple of days before flying back home, so… why not?"
THE NEXT EVENING – IN ITALY – AT THE RESTAURANT
"Let me get this straight: you want to pay for dinner?" Santana asks our kids in disbelief, as we just finished eating.
"Yes." Sofia confirms. "We know how lucky we are, mama. Not many kids our age get the opportunity to travel through Europe, let alone for six weeks! So, to thank you guys, we've decided to put our money together and treat you."
"Wow, I didn't think you had it in you…" She says. "Even though all the money you have is money we gave you, I thought you would blow it on clothes." She tells Sofia. "Or on girls." She adds, looking at Diego. "Or on yet another gift for Stella." She teases Gabriel.
"What mama is trying to say is that we really appreciate the gesture." I clarify, with a chuckle. "And we had a great time with you guys over the past 6 weeks!"
"We really did." Santana nods in agreement.
"Well, then maybe it's the perfect time to tell you that we have another surprise for you." Sofia suddenly says in a mischievous tone. "Shall we, boys?" She asks, looking at her brothers, and they all get up while Santana and I exchange a confused look.
Our children walk to the small stage that was set up for tonight's open mic, and sit side by side, on stools. While Sofia and Gabriel adjust their microphones, Diego grabs the guitar that a staff member hands him.
Oh my God, I can't wait to hear the song they're about to perform!
"This song is for our moms." Sofia says into the microphone, pointing at us.
As soon as Diego plays the first notes on the guitar, I gasp and look at Santana, immediately recognizing "Songbird". I can't believe they picked the song she wrote for me, the very one she sang the day she proposed, years ago.
The kids take turns, each of them singing a few lines, and I don't know which one amazes me the most… But once I hear them sing the chorus together in harmony, I can't hold back my tears. God knows this song will forever be special to me, but it's particularly moving to hear our own children sing it…
I can't help but smile through my tears when Santana takes my hand in hers and wraps her other arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to kiss my cheek.
If someone had told me a year ago that I would get my family back and would be travelling through Europe with the girl I've loved my whole life, I wouldn't have believed it. There were many twists and turns, but I'm so grateful to the universe for bringing us back together.
ONE MONTH LATER (SEPTEMBER) – IN LOS ANGELES – AT HOME (GARDEN)
"But… Brittany…" Santana sighs in despair. "You can't plant vegetables here, I was planning to plant flowers in the exact same spot!"
"But where else am I supposed to plant them, San?" I ask. "This is where they will get the best light."
"Well, FYI, flowers also need sun!" She argues. "And why do we even need all these vegetables anyway?!"
"Because then, we can eat our own vegetables, and we'll be sure they're fresh!" I say. "Why do we need all these flowers?" I also question.
"Because it's pretty!" She argues and I can't help but smirk.
"What's so funny?!" She frowns, crossing her arms.
"I just really missed fighting with you over the garden…" I admit, cupping her cheek to give her a kiss on the lips.
When we were married, Santana and I disagreed at least once per year on what to do with the garden. It's never been a big fight, but being in this position again is just another reminder that we're back to building a life together, and I really love that.
"Look, how about you plant just half as many flowers, and I also reduce the number of vegetables?" I suggest as a compromise. "That way, we will have enough space for the two of us."
"Fine…" She sighs.
"Great! Now that this is settled, give me another kiss, please…" I say, pulling her back into my arms.
A COUPLE OF WEEKS LATER (OCTOBER) – AT PARAMOUNT – SANTANA's POV
"Ms. Lopez…" Hunter says while I'm on set. "I'm sorry to interrupt but Ms. Rivera has arrived, and Ms. Pierce is also here, I've set them up in your office."
"Thanks, Hunter." I reply, making my way towards my office.
"Well, two of my favorite ladies are visiting… it must be my lucky day!" I say, as I find them laughing together in the room.
"Hi, honey…" I whisper, kissing Brittany's lips. "Rivera, it's so good to see you!" I say, pulling her into a tight hug.
"You too, Lopez!" She says. "Ow!" She lets out when I slap her arm. "What the hell?" She frowns.
"That is for disappearing on me for the last six months!" I say as a justification for the gesture.
"I didn't disappear!" She protests. "I was shooting a movie, Lopez. And I texted you!"
"Maybe, but… you missed everything, because there are certain things you just can't announce through texts!" I complain, crossing my arms.
"Oh, I know… I go for six months and when I get back, I find out that you broke up with your girlfriend, got back with your ex-wife, and even live with her now?" She says in disbelief. "But I've got to tell you… I'm absolutely loving this!" She adds with a smile, gesturing between me and Brittany.
"Thanks, Nay…" Brittany says in gratitude, wrapping her arm around my waist.
"Aw, look how cute you are together!" Naya says, crossing her hands over her heart, while I roll my eyes.
"So, how's my godson?" I ask her.
"Josey is fine, thank you." She smiles. "He's full of energy, just like any other 10 year old."
"Well, enjoy it while it lasts… Because once they hit 14 years old, they apparently become apathetic and it's a struggle just to get a three-words sentence out of them…" I sigh.
"Oh, tough times with the twins?" She asks.
"Well, your godson is pretty easy to handle. But Diego, it's another story… I swear, that boy is going to give me white hair!"
"Don't listen to her, she's exaggerating…" Brittany sighs, turning to Naya.
"I'm not!" I object.
"Honey, I love you, but you are exaggerating… Diego is a sweet boy, he's just a teenager." Britt shrugs, kissing my lips. "Anyway, I'll leave you two to your meeting… I promised Quinn to take her out for lunch."
"Don't you guys talk about me!" I warn, pointing my index finger.
"You know we will, San." She smirks, completely ignoring my warning. "Naya, it was really nice to see you!" She adds, hugging her. "Why don't you come for dinner this weekend? I'm sure the boys would love to see Josey!"
"Oh, sure, that'd be great!" Naya says in an enthusiastic voice.
"Wonderful!" Brittany smiles. "I'll see you then." She adds, leaving the room.
"So…" Naya trails off, once we're alone. "You and Brittany, uh?" She smirks.
"Yeah…" I say in a timid voice, shrugging.
"You know, it's funny…" She says. "Part of me is completely blown away – because I didn't expect you two to get back together – but the other part of me is not surprised at all, like I knew it was just a matter of time." She shrugs. "And seeing you together just now, it looks so normal… It's like the divorce never happened!"
"Well, honestly, that's pretty much how I feel about it too… Things are so good between us, I feel like I'm right where I belong…" I shrug.
"I'm really happy for you, Lopez!" She smiles.
"Thanks…" I smile too. "So, should we get down to business?"
"Sure!" She says. "Well, tell me… What did you think of the proposal my assistant sent you?"
"Honestly, I think it's a great concept! And a show that you write yourself and in which you star…? Where do I sign?" I smile, making her drop her jaw in surprise.
"Wait, you're serious? You'll run it?" She asks in disbelief.
"Of course! I can't wait to work with you again, Rivera!"
"Oh my God, I'm so happy!" She says in an excited voice, throwing herself at me for a hug. "I didn't expect it to be so easy, I had even prepared a whole argument to convince you."
"Well, let's hear it… It might be fun!" I chuckle, teasing her.
A FEW WEEKS LATER (THANKSGIVING) – IN LIMA – AT ABUELA'S HOUSE
Just like a year ago, the whole family is meeting for Thanksgiving, but circumstances are so different. It's funny how quickly life can change… Last year, Brittany and Nick hosted us in what used to be their house, and I arrived with Melissa. Her parents were present too and kept hinting at marriage while I tried to ignore the ache in my heart every time I caught Brittany and Nick sharing a kiss.
But this year, there is nothing painful to witness. The Lopezes and the Pierces are reunited as one big family in Abuela's house, just like when we were married. And I get to fully enjoy my glass of champagne, sitting comfortably on her couch, with Britt gently tracing patterns on my thigh.
"So, mija… How's college?" Abuela asks Sofia, as I taste one of her appetizers.
"Oh, I love it!" Sofia smiles. "My classes are pretty interesting and I've met lots of great people already!"
"And how's your boyfriend? Does he like it too?"
"Yes, he does." She nods. "I think we've both found our true calling."
"I'm very pleased to hear that!" Abuela says enthusiastically. "And what about you, mijo?" She asks Diego, turning to him. "How's that girl of yours? Tessa, right?"
"Tessa and I are no longer together, nana." He replies. "I'm with Naomi now."
"Oooh, a new girlfriend?" Brittany's mom interjects, clearly eager to know more. "Do you have a picture, honey? I want to see what she looks like!" She says, getting up from her seat.
"Santana…" Abuela whispers into my ear while everyone gathers around my son, to see pictures of his new love interest. "Every time I see Diego, he has a new girlfriend…" She frowns.
"Abuelita, every time I see Diego, he has a new girlfriend…" I shrug, in a jaded tone. "Believe me, I've tried to tell him that he doesn't have to date every single girl he meets, but unless he finally finds his 'Brittany', I'm afraid nothing will change." I sigh.
LATER THAT DAY (DINNER TIME)
"Thank you, Lord, for bringing us together on this Thanksgiving night, and for the food before us." Abuela says, as we all join hands around the dinner table. "Today, I want to express my deepest gratitude for my beautiful family. And I am especially thankful that You brought Brittany back in my granddaughter's life." She suddenly adds out of nowhere, making me roll my eyes.
After saying grace, Abuela finally gives us the go ahead to feast on the delicious meals she prepared. The following hours are nothing but the usual blur of too much wine, divine food and laughter, just like in the good old times. Once again, I end up eating way too much, as if I didn't know when my next meal will be.
"So… what are you thankful for this year?" Brittany asks me, wrapping her arm around my waist, while we watch the kids play cards with their grandparents.
"Mmh, well… our kids, obviously. And you." I say, gently rubbing my nose against her. "Oh, and the sex…" I add in a whisper.
"Oh God, yeah, me too!" She whispers back with a smirk, before kissing my lips.
A COUPLE OF MONTHS LATER (JANUARY) – EVENING TIME – AT HOME – BRITTANY's POV
"This is really nice…" Santana says as I play with her hair, while we're cuddled up on the couch. Since the twins are at friends', we decided to have a "wine and TV" night, just the two of us.
"It is…" I say. "See, it's not so bad when the kids are not there…" I smirk, stealing the glass of wine from her hands to take a sip.
"You're right, as always…" She says, running her fingers along the collar of my shirt.
Sometimes, it surprises me how happy I get, even though we are doing the simplest things in the world. I guess I had forgotten that I actually don't need much, as long as Santana is around me.
We keep watching the movie for a while and it's so funny that I can't stop laughing.
"What?" I say in between chuckles when I see her eyes staring at me.
"I love you." She simply replies.
Santana and I have never been shy about saying "I love you" to each other, we can say it in a variety of situations: at the end of a text, when one of us leaves the house, during sex… But my ultimate favorite is when she says it like she did just now: when it's random, without any specific reason.
"I love you too." I say with a smile, giving her a tender kiss.
A FEW WEEKS LATER (MARCH) – AT HOME – SANTANA's POV
"Call me when you land?" Brittany asks me as I double check my purse one more time.
"Of course, honey…" I smile. "By the way, Lucy knows all about my itinerary if needed, but… like I told you, I will first go to…"
"I know." She cuts me off. "After you land, you're going straight to Rachel's, to settle. Tomorrow, you will spend the whole morning at the radio studio for your interview, and in the afternoon, you will visit Sofia on campus. The rest of the week depends on how your shooting goes."
"Well… yes." I say, completely impressed by her good memory.
"Just be careful." She says, pressing her lips on mine. "And hug our little peanut for me…"
"Will do." I smile, wrapping my arms around her neck. "I miss you already…"
"Me too…" She whispers, pulling me into another tender kiss.
A FEW WEEKS LATER (APRIL) – AT HOME – BRITTANY's POV
"So… mama has great news for you, guys!" I tell the twins in an enthusiastic voice as they look at us in confusion. "San?" I say, turning to her.
"Well, I did my homework…" She tells our sons, trailing off in a mysterious voice. "And I think I have found you some pretty sweet deals for spring break." She adds with a big smile.
"Poetry classes at the arts school?" Gabriel is quick to ask in a hopeful voice.
"Even better!" Santana smirks. "For you, I found a junior writing workshop at UCLA! It lasts for one week and it's specifically for people your age. They have poetry, and creative writing sessions by theme… Honestly, their program looks pretty impressive!"
"Really?" He says in disbelief.
"Yes! And they still have a couple of spots left, so… If Stella is interested, she could even go with you."
"Thanks, mama! That's amazing!" He says with an excited smile, pulling her into a hug.
"My pleasure, mijo." She says, hugging him back. "You're happy?"
"Very happy!" He says, eagerly checking out the flyer she just gave him.
"Well, I hope you didn't sign me up for a workshop." Diego warns. "Because Gabriel might like that, but I sure don't."
"Of course, not. I know my sons!" Santana argues. "So, I've set up an internship for you at D'Shon's recording studio. I shared the demo of you playing the guitar with him a while ago, and he was very impressed! He even specifically requested you to be the lead guitarist on a new album he's producing."
"Say what?!" Diego says, obviously not believing his ears. "You're serious?"
"Oh, I never joke about music, mijo!" She immediately replies. "By the way, you'll be paid for your work there." She smirks while he looks at her like he just saw a ghost.
"It's a pretty great opportunity that mama found for you, bud!" I say. "Don't you think it deserves a hug…?" I suggest.
"Right." He says, finally getting out of his daze. And for once, he doesn't complain and immediately gets up to hug his mama.
"By the way, I have also arranged something for you…" Santana tells me while the kids are chatting together.
"For spring break?" I frown in confusion.
"Yeah… It turns out that UCLA organizes a big welcome dinner for the kids on the first day, and D'Shon already told me he would need Diego to stay later at the studio that day too, so… how about a date night at Tony's with your sexy girlfriend?" She says with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, I'm so in!" I immediately reply, smiling back at her.
ONE MONTH LATER (MAY) – AT THE DANCE SCHOOL – SANTANA's POV
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A lady asks me, as I have just settled down, pointing at the chair next to mine.
"Uh… no, it's free." I reply. Normally, I always sit with Tina, but she's got the flu and had to stay home.
"Is your child performing tonight?" The lady asks me, sitting down beside me.
"Oh, no… My daughter used to perform but she's in college now, so…" I trail off. "I'm just here to support my partner, she's one of the two directors of the school."
"Oh, so you must be Brittany's partner?" She asks and I nod in confirmation. "She's such a good teacher, my son loves her!" She adds, making me smile. I know Brittany is an amazing teacher, but I always love hearing other people say it.
"Who's your son?" I ask, curious.
"Cameron Prescott, he's 8."
"Oh, yeah… Brittany told me about him, she said he was very talented!"
"Well, he really loves dancing…" She smiles. "And he was very excited to have a solo today."
LATER THAT NIGHT
My eyes follow Brittany's every move while she's performing a graceful duet with Mike, and unlike last year, I don't have to feel guilty about it. Now that Brittany and I are back together, I can look at her sexy body all I want! I don't have to feel bad for being aroused as I watch her execute every single movement with poise and sensuality. It's even totally fine to imagine ripping her clothes off…
God knows I've seen her dance thousands of times, but she's all I see… As if I was the only person attending the recital, and she was the only one performing on stage, dancing just for me. I still can't believe she's mine…
ANOTHER MONTH LATER (JUNE) – AT PARAMOUNT – QUINN's POV
"Quinn, I'm off." Santana suddenly says out of nowhere, while I'm working at my desk.
"What?" I frown in surprise. "But I thought you said you could stay late today?"
"Yeah, but I changed my mind after getting this text." She says, handing me her phone.
FROM "BRITT": Can you come home early tonight? The boys are staying at Mike and Tina's until tomorrow and I have a surprise for you… ;-)
"But San, you know that the crew will…"
"Okay, let me save us both some time, Q…" She cuts me off. "There is nothing you can possibly say to convince me to stay after this kind of text! Even if my car broke down and my legs didn't work anymore, I would still find a way to crawl back home to Brittany, okay?"
"Fine…" I sigh in defeat, knowing that there is no point in insisting. "Go ruin your lady parts or something…"
"Oh, thanks, I definitely plan to!" She says with a proud smirk while I roll my eyes.
A WHILE LATER (EVENING TIME) – SANTANA's POV
Even though I left Paramount as soon as I received Brittany's text, I got caught in traffic and it's pretty dark when I finally get home.
"Britt?" I shout after opening the front door, but there's no response. I'm about to place my keys on the table when I notice a piece of paper with Brittany's handwriting. 'Go to the garden' I read and I can't help but feel disappointed. I was really hoping she would be waiting for me naked in bed…
I have barely stepped into the garden when I see the strings of multicolored lights, draped along the branches of the trees. The air is filled with the fragrance of the flowers I planted weeks ago, mixed with the scent of the burning candles placed all around. God, only Brittany would find a way to create such a romantic and magical ambiance…
I look around in amazement until I spot my blonde, at the end of the illuminated path. She's wearing a stunning dress that has always been my favorite, and I suddenly panic, freezing in my spot.
Oh my God, did I forget some kind of anniversary…? But which one could that be? We celebrated our first year back together just a few weeks ago!
"Don't worry, San… You haven't forgotten anything." She chuckles.
Damn, she knows me too well.
"What's all this?" I eventually ask, as I take the last steps towards her.
"Well, that's part of the surprise…" She smiles, taking my hands in hers.
Her lovely blue eyes are staring at me and I find myself swallowing hard, suddenly feeling intimidated.
"We've been back together for more than a year now…" She eventually says, her eyes still locked with mine. "We even live together again, and… I feel happier than I have ever been!" She shrugs.
"I'm happy too…" I whisper with a shy smile that she immediately returns.
"You're my family, San… And I'm not just saying that because we have kids together. You've always been my family, ever since we were 14…" She says in an emotional voice. "My life completely changed when I met that cute, angry Latina high school girl, who had vicious words for everyone but somehow only kind ones for me…" She adds, making me chuckle. "I immediately felt safe with you, like I could tell you anything… You became my best friend, gave me my very first kiss, and even took my virginity." She says with a nostalgic smile. "It could have stopped at that, but it didn't: you made me fall madly in love with you, you became my girlfriend, then my wife, and eventually, my baby mama…"
"I've loved you for 30 years, honey…" She adds, gently squeezing my hands while I take a deep exhale through my trembling lips, feeling completely overwhelmed by emotion. "And although I hate the fact that we lived separate lives for 5 years, there is something else I hate even more…" She says, making me wonder what that could be.
"I really hate not being married to you." She eventually admits, making my jaw drop. "I don't want to be just your 'girlfriend', or your 'partner' anymore… I want to be your wife! And I want to be called Brittany Lopez-Pierce again, because that's my name!" She shrugs.
"So…" She trails off, getting on one knee in front of me.
Oh my God, is this really happening…?!
I feel my heart racing like crazy as I watch the woman I love pull a beautiful engagement ring from her pocket.
"We both know we belong together, San. And if you let me, I would like to spend the rest of my life with you." She says in a determined voice while I hold my breath.
"Santana Lopez, will you marry me again?" She eventually asks, locking hopeful blue eyes with mine.
I look at her in disbelief for a couple of seconds, wondering if this is real. When I got home tonight, I was far from imagining that Brittany would propose!
"Yes…" I eventually answer in a cracking voice, breaking into tears of joy as a smiling Brittany crashes into my arms.
"I love you so much…" She whispers into my ear, hugging me so tightly that I can barely breathe.
"I love you more, fiancée…" I say, capturing her lips in a long, loving kiss.
THE NEXT AFTERNOON (SATURDAY) – AT HOME – BRITTANY's POV
This morning was quite busy for Santana and me. First, we drove to the airport, to pick up Sofia, as she's back in L.A. for the summer. On our way back, we stopped at Mike and Tina's to get the boys and finally went back home. I'm so happy to have the whole family under the same roof!
After giving our daughter some time to unpack and settle in, we gathered the kids in the living room, to tell them about what happened last night.
"So, guys… mama and I have exciting news…" I tell them, taking Santana's hand in mine.
"Oh my God, you're pregnant!" Sofia suddenly says in an enthusiastic voice.
"No, we're not pregnant…" I chuckle.
"See, I told you they were too old to have a baby." Diego tells his sister.
"Hey, we're not that old!" Santana protests in outrage. "I know mom has issues but technically, we could still have a baby together."
"But you won't, right?" Our son asks.
"Oh, hell no!" Santana says, with a frown. "The three of you are more than enough!"
"Okay, good. Because if you had a baby now, you would be a gazillion years old by the time they gradua–…"
"Okay, we got it!" Santana cuts him off. "Can you please let your mom finish?" She asks and Diego just shrugs in response.
"So, as I was saying… um…" I trail off. "Mama and I are engaged."
"To each other?" Diego asks, infuriating Santana even more.
"Of course, to each other! As if I would let your mom marry anyone else than me!" She frowns, raising her arms.
"Yeah, bud… We're getting married!" I repeat with enthusiasm, but they all remain silent, leaving me confused. Did they not hear me…?
"That's so great!" Gabriel eventually says in excitement, throwing himself at us for a hug.
Santana had a feeling he would be the happiest one about this news, as "he was the one that suffered the most from our divorce." And as always, she was right. It's even scary sometimes how well she knows our boy…
"Congrats, mommies!" Sofia is quick to follow, joining our group hug. "I'm so happy for you!"
"Finally, you came back to your senses. It was about time!" Diego says, crossing his arms. But I know it's his way of saying he's happy.
SANTANA's POV
"So, when's the wedding?" Sofia asks.
"Oh, we haven't worked out the details yet, mija…"
"Actually, San… I was thinking we could perhaps get married in September…?" Brittany suddenly suggests. "That way, we could have it on the same date as our first wedding…"
"But Britt, that's just three months away… It's too short to plan a wedding." I say, although I would have also loved to reuse our wedding date.
"Well, we could have it here, at home… and we don't need a big wedding." She says, much to my surprise. I actually thought she would want to have a big ceremony, with everyone we know.
"We don't?"
"No!" She confirms with a shrug. "We already had that kind of wedding! Frankly, the kids are the only people I really want there."
"Well, honestly, I would be fine with that." I nod. "But we still need witnesses, and a minister, and..."
"I can do that!" Sofia suddenly cuts me off, raising her hand. "I'm 18 now, so I could get ordained online and officiate your wedding…" She offers, while Brittany and I exchange a quick look.
"I guess it would be kind of cute to have our own daughter marrying us…" I admit.
"Okay, then!" Brittany smiles. "Peanut, you're officially in charge!" She says while Sofia pumps the fist in satisfaction.
"What about us?" Diego frowns.
"Well, we still need two witnesses… One for mama and one for me, so…" Brittany trails off. "And we each need someone to give us away."
"I'll do it!" Diego immediately says in an unusually excited voice. "I mean, if that's what you want, I'm cool…" He adds, pretending to be jaded, but I can see right through him.
"I can do it too, right?" Gabriel asks in a hopeful tone.
"Of course, you can, mijo!" I smile, caressing his cheek. "We'd love to have you both!"
"Well, it sounds like we have a wedding plan after all…" Brittany smiles, squeezing my hand in hers.
THREE MONTHS LATER (WEDDING DAY) – AT HOME
I'm putting on my earrings when I hear a knock at the door.
"Mama, it's Gabriel. May I come in?"
"Sure, mijo!"
My blond boy enters the room, looking so incredibly elegant in his blue suit that it takes my breath away.
"Look at you, you're so handsome…" I say in awe, gently caressing his cheek. Even though I'm wearing heels and he's not even 16 yet, he's already a lot taller than me.
"You're beautiful too…" He says and his smile reminds me once again of how much he looks like Britt. He already did as a baby, but he really becomes more and more like a male version of her with each passing year…
"How are you doing?" He asks, squeezing my hand.
"I'm actually nervous." I admit. "I know it's silly, because… well, I've married your mom before." I chuckle. "But I really want this one to last forever, you know?"
"It will." He says in a sure voice. "You and mom are perfect for each other." He shrugs, with a smile that I quickly return.
Gabriel has been through tough times but he's always been a calming force, much like Britt. And just like her, he has a reassuring presence that instantly calms me down.
"How's your mom doing?" I ask.
MEANWHILE – IN ANOTHER ROOM – BRITTANY's POV
"What do you think, peanut?" I ask Sofia, as we both look at my reflection in the mirror.
"You're stunning, mom…" She nods in approval. "I'm sure mama won't be able to take her eyes off you." She adds, making me smile.
"How is she?" I ask, curious.
"Well, she seemed pretty nervous when I spoke to her earlier, so I asked Gabriel to go check on her. Besides you, he's the only one that can keep her calm." She adds, making me chuckle.
"And what about you?" I ask. "Are you ready to officiate?"
"Oh, yeah!" She immediately says. "This is not my first time." She winks with a mischievous smile, taking me back to when she was 3 years old.
When she was little, she got really sad about having missed our wedding – even though she hadn't been born at the time. So, we decided to reenact it just for her, and she remarried us herself in the garden.
"And you were amazing at it!" I say, with a nostalgic smile.
"Oh, I know!" She nods proudly. "But I'll be even better this time, you'll see."
LATER THAT DAY – IN THE GARDEN
I make my way to the garden and finally discover the set up, as the kids forbade us from taking a peek before the ceremony. But they really did a fantastic job! They placed a couple of chairs on each side of the tree, the very one on which Santana and I engraved our initials when we first move into this house. Rose petals are scattered on the ground, forming a path towards the tree and the podium, which I assume is for Sofia.
But for now, my little peanut is sitting on a chair, playing the guitar herself, as Diego will be walking me down the aisle. It takes me a couple of seconds to recognize it but she's playing a cover of "At last", the same song that was played at our first wedding.
"Ready?" My son asks with a smile, offering me his arm.
"So ready." I smile back.
Diego and I start walking towards the tree, and I can't stop smiling. It's still hard to believe that in just a few moments, I'll be marrying Santana again. But I don't have time to think further about it as I catch sight of my lovely Latina on the other side of the path, holding Gabriel's arm. God, she's so beautiful that I could just look at her forever…
I watch her walk slowly towards me, and we exchange warm smiles when our eyes meet. After taking the remaining steps, she kisses Gabriel's cheek and eventually takes her spot, facing me. I feel so in love that my whole being just wants to scream "I do" already and marry her right this second.
While the boys go stand behind us, Sofia takes her place behind the podium, ready to start the ceremony.
"I could start with 'dear beloved' and make a standard speech, but since this is an intimate ceremony, l prefer to skip the formalities and speak from my heart." Our daughter says. "Mama, mom… I know I also speak on behalf of the boys when I say we couldn't be happier to share this very special moment with you, as you're about to reaffirm your love and commitment to each other."
"Your love story is one of a kind." She shrugs. "You were both very young when you first met, but you instantly created a deep connection that never faded. You showed us that the unconditional love you have for one another goes beyond any relationship status, and can withstand any twist and turn. Even in the darkest of times, you've always cared for and supported each other" She adds. "It is such an inspiration that everyone that knows you – family, friends, and even the general public – has always been strongly rooting for 'Brittana'."
"But let's take a moment to officially recognize your biggest accomplishment: together, you've brought the 'three most exceptional human beings' into this world." She says with such self-pride that it makes us all chuckle. "You've filled our home with love, laughter, music and improvised dance parties." She adds with a smile. "And even though we don't say it nearly enough, we couldn't be more grateful for that."
"For us, it's always been obvious that you belonged with each other." She admits. "And now that you've finally realized it too, I invite you to exchange your vows." She says, turning to Santana.
"Wow, thank you for the great opening speech, mija!" Santana chuckles, before turning back to me.
"Brittany…" She says in a more nervous voice, taking my hands in hers. "As you know, I'm not very good at putting words to my feelings, so… I'll keep it short." She warns. "I've loved you since day 1. And no matter what happened between us, these feelings have never gone away because like I said before, I simply don't know how to unlove you." She shrugs. "Even when I tried to put our thing down and walk away, I couldn't. Because deep down, it's always been you, honey. Just like our daughter said, we belong together and I can't wait to be married to you again." She adds while I struggle to hold back my tears.
"Mom…" Sofia says, turning to me this time, and I silently nod, taking a long exhale to help me keep it together.
"Okay, I'm so emotional right now that I might actually make it shorter than you, for once…" I tell Santana, making her chuckle. "San, I just… I love everything about you." I shrug. "Even when people complain you're in a bad mood in the morning, I love the challenge of earning your first smile of the day." I admit. "Our journey together has been filled with ups and downs, but I know we've ended up exactly where we're supposed to be. You're my forever… and I love you with all my heart." I add in a trembling voice, while she squeezes my hand.
"Do you really need to make us all cry?" Sofia suddenly complains, wiping her tears. "I spent a long time doing this makeup, you know!" She adds, making us laugh.
"Fortunately, it's time to exchange the rings." She announces while Diego carefully places the wedding band into in my palm.
"Mom, do you promise to love mama forever?" Sofia asks, turning to me.
"I do." I immediately confirm, staring into Santana's sparkling eyes, before sliding the same wedding ring onto her finger as years ago.
"Mama, do you promise to love mom forever andLetLiamSleepOver?" She adds really fast.
"I d…" Santana trails off, stopping just in time. "Oh, no, no, no…" She tells our daughter, shaking her finger. "This may have worked when you were a toddler, but you won't trick me again." She warns. "Ask the correct question, mija."
"Fine…" Sofia sighs in defeat. "Mama, do you promise to love mom forever?" She asks again.
"Hell yeah, I do!" She replies, making me laugh.
After placing the ring back on my finger, Santana takes my hands in hers and we both turn expectantly towards Sofia.
"Well… By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you… wife and wife!" Our daughter announces enthusiastically. "So, go on, kiss each other!" She adds impatiently, in the same bossy tone as when she was three years old, which makes us both laugh.
"Hear that, wifey? We have to kiss!" Santana says, using the exact same words as the first time Sofia "married" us. My heart skips a beat as soon as I finally hear the endearing nickname that I have longed to hear again. I tenderly take her smiling face between my hands and pull her in for a heartfelt kiss, while our children cheer and clap loudly.
"Okay, okay, we said 'kiss', not 'make babies'!" Sofia interjects, making us break the kiss.
I take a moment to lean my forehead against Santana's and look into her eyes, gently rubbing my thumbs on the back of her hands. I can't believe we're married again… This is one of those moments I will remember for the rest of my life…
LATER THAT DAY – SANTANA's POV
Just like they did last year during our holiday, the kids sang their own version of "Songbird", while Brittany and I were having our very first dance as a married couple.
"That was amazing, guys! Thank you!" Brittany says, her arm still wrapped around my waist.
"You know, you should record your version in studio. I'm sure it would sell!" I tell the kids.
"You think so?" Diego asks, obviously interested.
"Yeah, I really do!" I reply. "If you want, I can discuss it with D'Shon, to see what he thinks?" I offer and they all nod enthusiastically.
We continue to dance for a while, until I decide to go sit at the table with Sofia, while Brittany keeps dancing with the boys.
"So, where's the leprechaun tonight?" I ask her.
"At his parents'." She replies. "It's your big day, so I didn't want you to bother with that today."
"That's nice, mija. But you should invite him."
"What?" She frowns, clearly surprised. "But…"
"Your mom makes me happy." I shrug, cutting her off. "And the Irish makes you happy, so… he can come over. But he won't sleep here." I warn.
"I know." She nods. "But anyway, none of us will sleep here tonight, mama." She says, much to my surprise.
"Why not?"
"It's your wedding night! You and mom should have some time alone." She says. "Besides, I think it's best for our own sake…" She chuckles, making me roll my eyes. "So, the boys and I will sleep at Aunt 'Cedes and Uncle Sam's tonight."
MUCH LATER – IN BED – BRITTANY's POV
"You know what…" Santana says in the middle of her heavy breathing. "Married sex is seriously the best!" She adds, snuggling up against my naked body.
"Oh, I couldn't agree more…" I say, pressing my lips against her forehead. As she rests her hand on my chest, my eyes catch the sight of her silver wedding ring, making me smile big.
"Now, everyone will know you're taken, Mrs. Lopez-Pierce." I smile, running my thumb over the ring.
"The same goes for you, Mrs. Lopez-Pierce." Santana smiles back, capturing my lips in a loving kiss. "You know, I still can't believe this is real! Even in my wildest dreams, I never dared to hope we would remarry…"
"Well, believe it, because as I told you earlier, this is forever!" I say, caressing her cheek.
"Forever…" She repeats with the cutest smile, before pulling me into a passionate kiss.
THE END
A/N: This chapter closes the "main story", and Brittana is end game! :-) I hope you enjoyed it! Several of you were hoping they would remarry, so there you go! The next chapter will be a short epilogue that fast forwards 10 years later! Are you excited? :)
As you may know, this story was somewhat based on my other ongoing fanfic, "Tell our story." So, for those who would like to know more about the "wedding ceremony" Sofia officiated when she was 3 years old, or how she met Liam in the first place, you can read more about it in that fanfic. Naya also plays a big role in "Tell our story", but I decided to mention her here too, because I figured she and Santana would be friends in every universe. Besides, I might not be able to control the real world, but in my stories, Naya will live on forever.
Please let me know in the reviews what you think of this chapter, because I got very little feedback on the previous one (not sure if it was because of the summer holidays or because people lost interest in the story...) I'm already working on the epilogue but if there is something you would like to see in it, please let me know. If it makes sense, I might include it! :-) Thanks!