Brittany was finally back home that night after rescuing her parents from their latest disaster. The tall blonde smiled to herself as she walked in on an exasperated Santana running around, trying to convince a stubborn Valentino to take a bath. It was always hilarious watching the serious woman having to deal with a rambunctious little kid, especially one who happened to be her own son and was the only one who was allowed to sass her… well the only one other than Brittany. The Lopezes were equally stubborn, which lead to a lot of the bickering between the two. At the moment, the dark-haired businesswoman was trying unsuccessfully to wrangle up the half naked six year old. Brittany loved seeing the bond that the mother and son had built.
"C'mon, I thought you liked baths," Santana muttered, looking like she was at her wit's end with the boy, wincing as she touched his cheek and got some of whatever was on it on her hand. "You have to bathe, you're covered in dirt and you've got that sticky sugary ice cream muck all over your face."
Brittany resisted the urge to laugh, thinking about how for a woman who was so lazy about cleaning, Santana had always been so averse to anything involving dirt or messes. The blonde knew that having children meant dealing with messes a lot and she thought it was pretty natural for kids to get dirty but Santana wasn't accustomed to such things.
The woman had been so alarmed once when Brittany had made the mistake of eating chips in her bed back when they were together. Santana had squawked, horrified as if the world had come to an end when the bubbly blonde accidentally dropped a chip with dip on her black sheets then had given Brittany the silent treatment for all of two minutes. Brittany thought it was hilarious that she had to wash them and go down on Santana just to get her to talk to her again. Not that it took very long to get her to be verbal when Brittany tried that method. Always worked like a charm.
"Hola, People, I'm back!" The tall woman announced her presence, throwing down her handbag on the couch. Her eyebrows were raised as she surveyed the disastrous state of her apartment. "Everything okay?"
Santana's face lit up as soon as she saw her but then she cringed at the sight of the mess all around them as she grabbed the back of the boy's shirt when he tried to slip away.
"Mommy!" Her son shouted happily in his little voice, jumping into Brittany's arms as soon as he saw her. Brittany felt that familiar warmth and indescribable happiness that always came over her when those sweet, dark eyes of his met hers and his dimples deepened as he grinned at her.
She poked his scrunched up nose and the dimple on his left cheek, loving those little crinkle lines by his eyes and nose that appeared whenever he smiled, just like Santana's did. He wrapped his little arms around her neck and legs around her waist like a koala bear, the same way he had always hugged her since he was big enough to. Brittany laughed, hoisting him up higher and kissing him all over his face while she danced around with him. She didn't want to think about the fact that one day soon her baby boy would be too big and tall for hugs like this.
"Hi, Britt! Uh, um yeah. Everything's great!"
Brittany smirked, tilting her head to the side in amusement. The strained sound of the woman's voice as she stammered and her facial expression was a dead giveaway to Brittany that everything was very much not okay. That, and the fact that her apartment looked like a hurricane hit it while she was out. Brittany shook her head, smiling to herself and decided to take pity on her, grabbing the little boy's hand and getting him to settle down.
"Val, c'mon, Sweetie. What kind of kitten are you if you don't take baths? Even Lord Tubbington bathes himself at least one hundred times a day."
"Oh, okay," Valentino gave in pretty quickly as his mommy smiled at him sweetly, the way she knew he would. "I'll go in the bath like Tubbs!"
"How was it?" Brittany asked. She walked up to her, touching Santana's bicep and keeping her voice low, while also keeping an eye on her son who was in the bathtub.
"Great. I took him to school on my motorcycle. He got a real kick out of that."
"I bet. You really took him on that? There's nothing he'd love more. You must have looked so hot."
Her gaze swept over Santana's body, noticing the half undressed state of the woman, along with the blue and red paint splattered on her skin, stickiness that she guessed was from melted ice cream on her cheek and some other unidentified slime. Her makeup was a mess and her hair was just curly and wild. It was so unlike the typical super neat and immaculately dressed Santana who always wanted to look perfect.
Brittany's gaze lingered on the woman's chest, arms and abs, making no effort to disguise her staring. Santana was so flustered, a hint of a blush rising to her face as she noticed Brittany's stare.
"Not that I'm remotely complaining but why are we going half naked today? You look so adorable right now, you have no idea."
"It's a long story. He, um… his stomach was hurting," She told her with a guilty expression. Finally, the honest confession of what actually happened came out of her as Brittany watched her with amusement. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. He got ice cream on me, he wet himself, painted me, he had about ten meltdowns… He um… threw up… on me. I got puke in my hair, Britt. Pretty sure some of it's still there."
Brittany couldn't help but laugh at the look on Santana's face as she cringed. Santana did not handle bodily fluids well at all.
"Oh no, my poor babies. What did he eat?"
"He wanted fast food…only fast food."
"You actually gave him that? No wonder. I can't believe he convinced you to give him that, the little trickster. I should have warned you. He has a sensitive tummy."
"He was really adamant about it. That kid can be really convincing. I swear, he knows how to argue."
"He's six, Santana," Brittany laughed, rolling her eyes as she teased the woman. "Looks like someone got swindled. He can't have all that fried food and soda. After eating like that and running around, I'm not surprised he got sick."
"Well I know that now," Santana looked at her in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I'm a bad mom, huh?"
"It's okay. Now you officially know what mom life is like," Brittany kissed her on the cheek softly, not bothered by the ice cream stickiness. "All of those toys too. He really has you wrapped around his finger and he knows it. You're a great mom and you are so soft for him even though you pretend to be all grumpy and stern."
"He's cute." She shrugged her shoulders, clearly embarrassed by Brittany's teasing but not denying it as she leaned closer to the blonde, relaxing when the taller woman put her arms around her.
"I know. He gets that from his Mami for sure."
"Britt…" Santana became completely flustered again at Brittany's blatant flirting.
The blonde went to find her son, hugging him tightly and rubbing his stomach gently as she whispered sweet, comforting things into his ear.
"Aw, did someone have a tummy ache? Feel better now, Kitten?"
"Yes, it was so bad, Mommy," He whimpered. "I feel way better now."
"Good. Oh you, I think someone was being naughty today, stressing out Mami and making her hair turn grey. No more fast food for a long time, okay? Don't bribe Mami into giving you that again, please.``
When she next found her, the Latina was sitting on the carpet with the boy, helping him put together some Lego set he was building. Brittany's lips curved into a smile, thinking about how she never thought she'd see the day when Santana of all people would be doing this. There was something about seeing Santana playing with their child and being so gentle with him that only made her even more attractive to the blonde. Sometimes at moments like this, the three of them truly felt like a little family. A warmth came over her at the thought of what that could be like.
Santana kept rushing around all night, actually cleaning which was so unlike her and then Brittany was shocked when she didn't order in and actually presented her with a homecooked steak meal… that wasn't completely burned. Valentino was still recovering from feeling sick earlier so he lay down while the adults ate.
Santana was all dressed up again, her hair thoroughly washed and wearing some old, oversized pink shirt with a white cat on it that Brittany had lying around as pajamas as that was the only option she had to wear. Brittany fawned over how adorable she looked, which seemed to cheer her up right away.
"Oh San. You really went all out for me today."
Santana shrugged her shoulders, looking down bashfully at her plate as Brittany gazed at her.
"You deserve it. You do so much for us. It's the least I could do."
"You're sweet," Brittany hummed, rubbing her foot along Santana's leg under the table. The way Santana was going so above and beyond to impress her was really attractive. "And you were so hot in that apron, being all domestic."
"Woman, you're driving me crazy," Santana admitted, inhaling sharply. "Goddamn."
"Maybe I want you to do something about that."
Santana was left in stunned silence as Brittany walked away from the table, swaying her hips then went to shower and get ready for bed. While Santana cleared away and washed the dishes, Brittany helped Valentino brush his teeth and start the process of getting him to sleep. Her son always had trouble sleeping and wanted to be up at all hours of the night, so sometimes it could be a struggle but that day he was clearly so exhausted and still recovering from being sick, so he didn't put up much of a fight.
The blonde's heart fluttered as she noticed Santana standing there in the doorway, her dark eyes so soft and warm as she watched Brittany whispering sweet things to their son. It was far from the first time she had caught Santana like this when she tucking their son in but this time, Brittany felt like the woman was finally ready to join in more.
"Mommy, can you read me a story?"
"Of course, Kitten. Mami, I think we need your help too."
"R-really?" Santana looked up, startled but eventually came to them and Valentino beamed at her when he saw her. She sat on the edge of the bed beside Brittany and the boy kept giggling when the darker-haired woman acted out some of the voices of the characters, having fun arguing with her whenever she changed the story.
Eventually, the two smiled at each other when they noticed the boy was fast asleep, hugging his cat plushie. Brittany kissed him softly on the head and Santana helped her tuck the blanket around him.
"Oh Santana, you look exhausted," Brittany laughed as Santana sighed deeply when she slumped against the pink cushions on the taller woman's couch, once they were both satisfied that Valentino was staying put in his bed for the night. "Actually you look like you've been through a war."
"This is nothing, B."
"C'mon, I know it's a lot. You're an only child and you've never interacted with kids literally ever. Or cats," Brittany smirked, then kissed the woman's cheek softly. "Thank you again for looking after him so perfectly. I'm really proud of you."
Santana was silent for a long time.
"Britt… he… he called me Mami today, for the first time," Her voice trembled, her shoulders shaking slightly as she turned to face her. "He hugged me. It felt so good. I… is all of this okay with you? I want to be there for him as his other mom. I love him."
"I know you do. I can see it in your eyes whenever you're with him. He loves you too, you know. I would love you to be his other mom."
Santana was silent for a long moment as Brittany watched her closely, noticing how she trembled with emotion, closing her eyes.
"I… is this okay?" Santana asked, leaning closer as Brittany gently cupped her jaw, caressing her cheek and gazed into gentle, dark eyes. "I really want you right now."
"Then take me."
She sighed when Santana covered her mouth with hers and put her arms around her. Santana's kisses always made her heart race and her toes curl like nothing else ever had. Between caring for their son, Brittany having to work at the dance studio, Santana running back and forth for her job and them both tiptoeing around each other ever since Santana came back into her life, they hadn't been able to go this far with each other for some time.
As their kisses intensified, Brittany eventually pulled away to catch her breath and met Santana's smouldering gaze. It was more than obvious what they both wanted. Brittany ran her hands down Santana's back, relishing the feeling of her body pushing against hers and her hot lips that were so insistent. Her lips parted as they began to kiss open-mouthed. Brittany moaned softly and felt Santana tense up when she heard that, pulling away from her eventually with that same heated stare of hers as she shivered against her.
Brittany giggled softly, slipping her hand into hers and gave Santana a playful look as the dark-haired woman looked up at her curiously, deciding it was best for them to continue this in private. The blonde noticed the way Santana was watching her nervously, her body language tense when she led her into her bedroom and she had a feeling she knew why. They had kissed so many times since Santana came back but beyond their makeout sessions she knew the darker woman was holding back on being completely intimate, not wanting to overstep her boundaries especially after everything they had been through in the past.
This would be the first time Santana slept in Brittany's bed again instead of the couch. Brittany began to get lost in the feeling of those hot, full lips claiming hers so possessively, her hands gripping into black hair and she whimpered, pushing her chest out when Santana's hands came up to squeeze her breasts over her tank top. Hearing that sound from Brittany seemed to bring Santana back to reality and make her more conscious of what they were doing. It was obvious to both of them where this was going.
"Britt, I…wait. Hold on." Santana sighed, running a hand through her dark hair as she put her hands on Brittany's wrists to stop her when she began to reach down to pull down her skimpy pajama shorts. She looked up at Brittany with a tortured expression and closed her eyes as if trying to compose herself.
"Why?" Brittany asked. It was so unlike Santana to ever want to wait when it came to this. She began to kiss Santana's neck, focusing on that oh so sensitive spot below her jaw that always drove the woman crazy and then pausing to nip on her ear as Santana trembled in arousal, squirming and shifting her weight. She pushed her thigh up between Santana's legs and rubbed slightly, which made the woman's eyes fly open as she groaned and grinded herself against her for a moment, in spite of herself. "I can tell you've been wanting this for a while. I see the way you look at me, when you think I don't notice."
Santana groaned, her eyes rolling back for a moment but then pulled back from her, resting her hand against Brittany's thigh. She took a few breaths as she attempted to cool off.
"Brittany, I want you, I really do and believe me. I need to touch you so bad but I want so much more with you too. I guess what I'm trying to ask is what I should have asked from the beginning. I know I've been such a fuck up in the past and I completely understand if you can't do this but… Will you be my girlfriend?"
The blonde was stunned for a moment. Usually Santana wouldn't have hesitated to get straight to them giving into their lust for each other in moments like these and the woman she knew in the past would never have wanted to put a label on anything.
"Hm, let me think about it," Brittany noticed the way Santana's face fell, her eyes filling with terror as if she really thought the blonde was going to reject her. "Yes, Silly."
Brittany kissed her lips again softly, feeling Santana relax against her as if she was beyond relieved at this response and smiled against her full lips.
"Officially Santana Lopez's girlfriend, huh? You really want this with me?"
"Of course," Santana cupped her jaw tenderly, tilting Brittany's face toward hers. "Look at me. Brittany, you deserve it all. I want to be your girlfriend, so badly. I want to make up for lost time, take you on dates, hold your hand, bring you flowers - do all of the things I should have done ages ago. You and our son are the best thing that ever happened to me."
"I would love that."
Brittany climbed into bed, pulling Santana in with her. Santana looked so awkward and flustered when she accidentally fell on top of Brittany, making them both laugh but she eventually rolled over to lay on her side, facing the blonde.
"Can I just hold you tonight? Is that okay?" The darker woman asked softly. Brittany rolled onto her back, humming her approval and Santana lay her head on the blonde's chest, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her heart beat faster, thinking about this new, more romantic side of Santana that was showing.
"Oh really? Wow, Santana Lopez, being romantic and admitting to wanting to cuddle too?" Brittany smirked, teasing her and pretending to be shocked. "Are you sure you're really her?"
Santana laughed, clearly a little embarrassed and hid her face in Brittany's shoulder.
"I love seeing this side of you." The blonde eventually whispered in a more serious tone. She ran her hand through Santana's hair as she felt the darker woman's heart beat faster, loving the weight of her body pressing into her. Brittany began to doze off as Santana gently rubbed her hip, cuddling closer to her and pressing a kiss to her shoulder.