6:30 am. You wake up abruptly to the sound of your alarm clock going off like crazy. You try to hide into your pillow with a groan until another arm reaches over you and shuts the device down.
"C'mon, get up" a female voice mumbles to you, but as soon as you turn your face, she's fast asleep again. You have never been a morning person, but you know you wouldn't be as successful as you are right now if you were still working night shifts at a sketchy diner as you used to so many years ago.
Your name is Santana Lopez, you are 35 years old and you are the owner of one of the most famous fashion boutiques of Manhattan. You work alongside with your fashion designer and best friend, Kurt Hummel, who is also part of your band, Pamela Lansbury. You live with your wife, Dani; well, she isn't exactly your wife, you never got married, but after 10 years of relationship, 8 of them living together, and 5 years before that being together on and off, everyone talks about her as your wife, even you introduce her as your wife. You both agreed that you didn't need a signed paper to show your love towards each other. Also you don't have any kids, neither of you like children that much, but you have two dogs, Logan and Jeff, and a cat, Olson. It's way far from the American Dream life, but it is your life, your dream, and you couldn't be happier with it. I mean, how would you not be? You make more money than you can even think of how to spend, you love your wife and every weekend you get to sing and perform with your band. You have everything you ever wanted. It has been quite a bumpy ride to get where you are now; you didn't go to college until you were 23, you lost your parents when you were 25, and after that you closed the door to your past in Lima, Ohio, but after a lot of struggling and a lot more of hard work, you are here. You made it. You should be proud of yourself.
Reluctantly you get up, stretching your whole body like a cat and sighing at the awesome sensation of your bones and muscles settling back in the right places. As quietly as you can, you tiptoe to your en-suite bathroom to take a shower. You know most people, or at least most of the people you know, like to shower at night, to get rid of the sweat and dirtiness accumulated during the day, but you can't survive any morning without your ginormous cup of black coffee and a scalding shower to kick your body into gear.
After you have dressed up with a black pant suit, accompanied by a white button-up shirt under your blazer, you down your coffee and feed your pets before leaving the house. You make sure to wait until you are outside the front door to slip your stilettos on your feet, you don't want to wake up your wife, she is a nurse and she had a night shift last night, so she most likely had just fallen asleep when your alarm went off.
You decide to walk for a while. You don't live that far from your work place, but walking in New York with a pair of 5 inches high stilettos was always a challenge, no matter how used to high heels you are. Anyway, you decide that you need the fresh morning air to finish waking up, so you stroll through a park just breathing in the chilly wind and enjoying the way it plays with your hair. Thank god it's not a strong wind or you'd be screwed, it took you 45 minutes to tame that damn thing you like to call hair.
Suddenly a heavenly noise catches your ears and you turn around to see a little girl playing on the swings, laughing her lungs out, and you can't help but smile at the sight. She can't be older than 3 or 4, her hair neatly tied into two cute pigtails and she's wearing a pink polka dotted summer dress. Her laugh is contagious. You don't like kids that much, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy the cuteness of this little being in all its glory. But when she turns to you and locks her eyes on you, you think you are hallucinating. Those big blue eyes are just like...No. It can't be possible. You unlock your gaze form the little girl's eyes and frenetically look around, looking for her parents. Why is a little kid alone in a park at 8 in the damn morning? Wait, 8? You don't have time to dwell on your thoughts about the kid because you are already late. So as soon as you walk out the park, you hail a taxi cab and proceed to go on with your day.
After a long day of online meetings and tons of paperwork, you arrive back home and at the second you open the front door a smell of awesome food invades your nostrils. You can't help but smile. Slowly you take off your damn shoes and your blazer, hanging it in the wardrobe you have in your foyer, alongside with your purse and you loosen the first buttons of your shirt as you walk towards your kitchen. You stop and lean on the door frame biting your lower lip at the sight in front of you. There's your amazing wife, wearing one of your black button up shirts, you think it's the one you wore to work yesterday, and a pair of red lace panties underneath. Your breath hitches in your throat. You are still amazed by how this woman, after all this time, is able to turn you on in seconds. Everyone has told you that as you grow older your stamina and sex drive will be lower, but you still don't see it happening, the only thing that has affected your very active sexual life is the fact that Dani now works three rotary shifts so you don't get to see each other that much, and when you do, sometimes you are extremely tired and only want to cuddle and spend time together. But she knows you better than anyone, she's never failed in getting you going.
You are sure Dani already knows you are standing by the door simply admiring the way her hips sway as she moves around the kitchen, but still you sneakily approach her and wrap your arms around her waist from behind, burying your face in the crook of her neck, smelling her shampoo and her skin. You can't help it but run your lips teasingly up her neck.
"If you weren't already mine, I'd think you are trying to get into my pants" you whisper seductively, almost purring, as you reach her ear, and you take her earlobe between your teeth, tightening your arms around her to pull her even closer to you.
"Well, maybe I am, Miss Lopez" Dani answers whispering with a soft giggle, before turning around in your arms, wrapping her arms around your neck and greeting you properly with a fierce kiss.
As she kisses you, you let your arms wander down her body until they reach her ass and you grab it firmly, earning a moan from your wife's lips. With all the strength you can muster, you lift her up until you have her seated on the counter top, with you standing between her legs.
"You are going to ruin the dinner, S." Dani whispers again against your lips, and you are about to tell her to forget about the food and fuck her senseless over your marble counters when your stomach growls loudly, signalling you are indeed starving. With a huff you put some distance between you and your woman and cross your arms frustrated over your chest.
"Don't worry, babe, we have time for that later. Do you think I'm wearing your shirt just for fun? I know well how much you like to see me in your clothes." She adds with a smile, and you cant help but smile too. You absolutely love this woman.
"What are you cooking?" You ask curiously as you let your eyes wander around the kitchen as you sit comfortably over the opposite counter top to where your wife is working on right now.
"Lasagna, your favourite."
"What's the occasion?" You ask raising your eyebrow, trying to figure out if you missed some important date. You haven't forgotten a single one, ever, not even when things weren't so well between the two of you so many years ago, but you have been quite stressed lately at your work, so it wouldn't entirely surprise you if something had flown out your mind.
"What? Can't I spoil my woman every now and again?" Dani answers turning around to look at you with a seductive wink, and you instantly relax.
After you eat your awesome lasagna - Dani makes the best lasagna, you swear - talking about your day and laughing around like the goofballs you two are, suddenly you are ripping the shirt she's wearing off and giving in your most primal desires. Damn it, that was an expensive shirt.
Later that night you feel exhausted and sated as you cuddle up with Danielle in your bed, sighing in contentment, thinking of how awesome your life is before you drift off to dreamland. The last thing you see before you fall asleep is a pair of bright, big, blue eyes.