Brett was sprinting on the treadmill, sweat dripping down his face, lost in the rhythm of his run and the music blasting through his AirPods. He was focused, pushing his body to its limits, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice breaking through his concentration.
"She let you out of the shackles, I see." Brett turned his head, still running, and saw Puck standing nearby with a smirk on his face. Confused, he began to slow the treadmill down and pulled out his AirPods. "She did what?" he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow. Puck's smirk widened. "You're out of the house without your shadow. Santana."
Brett shook his head, grabbing his water bottle and taking a long sip. "I saw you here last week, and Santana wasn't with me," he said, shrugging. Puck rolled his eyes. "But you used to be at the gym every day. Now you're too busy."
Brett rolled his eyes in return, feeling the need to defend himself. "I have kids, you know. A two-year-old and an almost five-year-old," he reminded Puck. "Like that stopped you before," Puck shot back, crossing his arms. Brett took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. "Things change, Puck. Responsibilities shift. You know how it is." Puck laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just giving you a hard time, man."
Brett couldn't help but smile, despite his friend's teasing. Puck had a way of pushing buttons, but it was all in good fun. They had known each other for years, and their banter was just part of their dynamic.
"So, how's everything going with you and Santana?" Puck asked, his tone softening slightly as they finished their run and walked over to the weights area. Brett's expression softened too. "It's going great. She's amazing. The kids love her. She's actually with them now; she's taken them to the mall and they're having dinner." Puck nodded. "That's probably why I haven't seen her today in the apartment. Too busy playing grown-ups," he added with a laugh. Brett chuckled, but his mind was elsewhere. They reached the weights area, and Puck started telling Brett about a restaurant he had taken Quinn to, one that had her almost shitting herself because of some unexpected spicy dish. Brett was only half-listening, his thoughts swirling with an idea that had been growing in his mind for weeks.
Suddenly, Brett blurted out, "I'm going to ask Santana to marry me." Puck stopped walking and paled, turning to look at Brett with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, what?" Brett repeated, a smile spreading across his face, "I'm going to ask Santana to marry me." Puck squeezed his eyes shut, putting his hands to his face in exasperation. "No, Brett. Absolutely not. No way. Not a chance. Do not do that."
Brett frowned, puzzled by Puck's reaction. "Why not?" Puck sighed, dropping his hands and looking Brett in the eyes. "Brett, you wanted to go slow with her, remember? This is not slow. You've only known each other, what, a year?" Brett's face softened even more as he corrected Puck. "Actually, it's been 14 months, 63 weeks, and 447 days."
Puck shook his head, clearly distressed. "No, Brett. Get this thought out of your head immediately."
Brett's confusion deepened. "But why? Santana and I are great together. The kids adore her. We fit. What's the problem?" Puck took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Brett, listen. I know you feel like you and Santana are perfect together, and maybe you are. But marriage? It's a big step. A huge step. You said you wanted to take things slow because of the boys, because you didn't want to rush into anything and risk everything falling apart. What changed?"
Brett shrugged, his smile unwavering. "Nothing changed. It feels like the next step." Puck shook his head again, more adamantly this time. "Brett, come on. Think about it. The boys are just getting used to her. They're still adjusting to having her around. You proposing now could complicate things, confuse them. And Santana... what if she says no because she thinks it's too soon? Have you thought about that?"
Brett's smile faltered slightly, but he remained resolute. "I have thought about it. And I think Santana would say yes. I think she'd be happy." Puck ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "Man, you're making a huge gamble here. A relationship isn't just about feelings, it's about timing, it's about stability, especially when kids are involved. You have to think about James and Oliver."
Brett sighed, looking down at his feet for a moment before meeting Puck's gaze again. "I have thought about them, Puck. Every decision I make is with them in mind. And Santana... she brings stability to their lives. She makes them happy. She makes me happy."
Puck took a step closer, putting a hand on Brett's shoulder. "Brett, I get it. I really do. But rushing into a proposal... it's risky. Why not wait a bit longer? See how things go for another year or so. Make sure this is what everyone truly wants as a year ago a family and kids was the last thing Santana ever wanted and she probably still feels that way."
Brett looked at Puck, seeing the concern and care in his friend's eyes. He knew Puck was only trying to look out for him, to protect him from potential heartache. But he also knew his own heart, and it was telling him that this was the right move.
"I hear you, Puck. I do. But I can't shake this feeling. I love Santana, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to give the kids a family, a real family. And I believe Santana is part of that family." Puck sighed, dropping his hand from Brett's shoulder. "Okay, man. Just... promise me you'll think it through a bit more. Talk to both of your families." Brett nodded, appreciating Puck's advice despite their disagreement. "I will."
They continued their workout in relative silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Brett couldn't shake the excitement and anticipation building inside him at the thought of proposing to Santana. He pictured the moment in his mind, how he would get down on one knee, how her face would light up with surprise and joy. He imagined the kids' reactions, how they would adjust and accept Santana as part of their family.
After finishing their workout, Brett and Puck headed to the locker room. Brett checked his phone and saw a text from Santana, telling him they were heading home from the mall. He smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him at the thought of seeing her and the boys.
When Brett walked through the door of his house, he was greeted by the sounds of laughter and playful shouts. He followed the noise to the living room, where Santana and the boys were watching TV. The sight filled him with a sense of peace and contentment.
"Hey, you," Santana said, looking up and smiling as Brett entered the room. "Hey," Brett replied, bending down to give her a kiss. "How was the mall?"
"Fun," Santana said, laughing. "They were angels, as usual." Brett smiled, sitting down next to her and ruffling Oliver's hair. "Sounds like a great day," he said, as he put his sweaty arm around her. Santana pushed him away, laughing and wrinkling her nose. "Go and shower," she told him, making him laugh. "Do I smell, Oliver?" Brett asked, playfully leaning toward his son. Oliver squirmed away from him, giggling. "Yes, Daddy!"
After a quick shower, Brett returned to find everyone now hooked to the TV. He grabbed blankets for the boys and one for him and Santana. "Can I have a hug now?" he asked, wrapping his arms around Santana from behind. She smelled his neck and nodded approvingly. "Much better," she said, snuggling into his side as they settled on the couch.
As they sat in comfortable silence, watching the animated movie on the screen, Santana asked, "What time are your parents and sister getting in tomorrow?" "Sometime in the early evening," Brett replied. "So, we'll head out for dinner somewhere. Are you coming?" Santana shook her head. "No, I think I'll skip it."
"Why?" Brett asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "I see you all the time," Santana said. "It'll be nice for your family to have some alone time." Brett nodded, understanding her point but still wanting her to feel included. "You are welcome, you know. You're part of the family" he said, kissing her neck. Santana smiled warmly at his words, appreciating his efforts to make her feel included. "Thanks, Brett. But really, I think it'll be good for you guys to have some time together. I'll see you all on Sunday."
The next day was a flurry of activity as Brett prepared for his family's arrival. Santana busied herself with tidying up the house and making sure everything was in order before she left for work. She kissed Brett quickly, smiling as she said, "See you Sunday." Brett watched her leave, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation for the weekend ahead.
As the afternoon rolled around, Brett could feel the excitement building. It had been a while since he'd seen his parents and sister, and he was looking forward to catching up with them. He and the boys, made their way to the airport. James was especially enthusiastic, shouting from his seat that Grandma and Grandad were going to love his sign. Brett smiled at the sight of his son, a homemade "Welcome" sign clutched in his small hands, its vibrant colors a testament to his excitement and effort.
When they arrived at the airport, James was practically vibrating with energy, jumping on the spot with his sign. Oliver, though quieter, clung to Brett's hand, his eyes wide with anticipation. Brett scanned the crowd, "Grandad!" Oliver shouted, breaking into a run. Stephen bent down and scooped up his grandson, lifting him high into the air before pulling him into a hug. Whitney laughed, her eyes sparkling as she spotted James and his sign.
"Look at that beautiful sign, James!" she exclaimed, giving him a warm hug. "You did such a great job!" James beamed with pride. Brett moved forward to hug his parents, feeling the familiar comfort of their embrace. "It's so good to see you," he said, taking his mom's bag from her.
"We've missed you all so much," Whitney replied, her eyes lingering on her grandsons with a soft, loving gaze. Sophia, gave Brett a playful nudge. "I'm starving," she said, making a show of rubbing her stomach. Brett laughed. "Well, I thought we'd grab some food before heading home. There's a great restaurant nearby."
They made their way to the car, the boys chattering excitedly about their plans. The drive to the restaurant was filled with animated conversation, as everyone caught up on each other's lives. Once at the restaurant, they settled into a cozy booth, the atmosphere warm and inviting.
Stephen and Whitney marveled at how much the boys had grown, and Brett couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. He glanced at his sister, who was busy entertaining the boys with funny stories. It was moments like these that made the distance and time apart feel insignificant.
Dinner was a joyous affair, filled with laughter and shared memories. Whitney recounted amusing anecdotes from their travels, while Stephen kept the boys entertained with his grandfatherly charm. Brett soaked it all in, grateful for the sense of togetherness.
After dinner, they headed back home, the boys chattering all the way about their adventures with Grandma and Grandad. As they pulled into the driveway, Brett felt a surge of happiness. His family was here, and it felt right. Once inside, the boys eagerly showed their grandparents around, showing them their room and their favourite toys. Brett took a moment to check in with Santana via text, letting her know that his family had arrived safely.
As the evening wore on, the boys began to tire, their earlier excitement giving way to drowsiness. Brett and his parents settled them into bed, reading them stories and tucking them in with loving care. Once the boys were asleep, the adults gathered in the living room, sipping coffee and continuing their conversation. Sophia leaned back on the couch, a contented smile playing on her lips. "It's so good to be here" she said, her voice soft and full of warmth. Brett nodded, feeling the same deep sense of comfort. "I've missed this" he admitted, his eyes reflecting the sentiment. "Having you all here, it means a lot to me."
Whitney, ever the supportive mother, reached over and squeezed his hand gently. "We're always here for you, Brett. No matter what," she assured him. Her eyes held a depth of sincerity that only a mother could convey as she glanced around the room, taking in the subtle changes in the decor. "The house is looking great" she remarked, nodding in approval. Brett's face lit up with a proud smile as he replied, "That's all Santana. She's been insisting that I redecorate. She said it was like a frat house before." He chuckled, the memory of Santana's teasing bringing a fond smile to his face.
Sophia laughed along with him, clearly agreeing with Santana's assessment. "I have to say, I agree with her on that. You definitely needed a woman's touch around here," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Brett continued, his tone playful but appreciative. "Santana said I painted the walls 'poop color,' so we just finished repainting the whole house." He gestured around the room, showcasing the new, more sophisticated color scheme. "And the two guest rooms, They have real beds and furniture now" he added, laughing at the transformation from his previous minimalist setup.
Whitney looked impressed. "Well, it certainly shows. The place feels so much more inviting and cozy now." As the conversation flowed, Whitney and Stephen shared stories from their recent travels, while Sophia recounted humorous incidents from her latest work projects. Brett found himself laughing more than he had in a while, the familiar banter and easy camaraderie reminding him of how much he cherished these moments.
The following morning, the sun filtered gently through the curtains as Brett relished a rare chance to sleep in. After a leisurely breakfast, he began the Herculean task of getting the boys ready for their trip to Lima. "Come on, James, we need to head to Lima" Brett called out, his voice laced with a mix of patience and urgency. Oliver was already dressed and ready to go, but he was slowly losing his patience. Whitney, sensing the growing tension, picked up Oliver and took him out to Brett's car, where Stephen and Sophia were already waiting.
"Let's go!" Brett shouted again, hoping to speed up James, who was still dragging his feet upstairs. Finally, James appeared, clutching a picture from Santana's parents. Brett sighed with relief and ushered James out the door.
The almost two-hour car journey to Lima was filled with the usual chatter and occasional squabbles typical of any family road trip. As they pulled into the driveway, Brett noticed not only Santana's car but also those of her brothers, Mateo and Gabriel. Just as he turned off the engine, Santana opened the front door and made her way over to greet them.
Whitney lifted Oliver out of car, who, upon seeing Santana, immediately held his arms out and shouted, "Mama!" James, on the other hand, visibly sighed, feeling a continued resentment. Brett gave him an encouraging smile "Come on, James, let's show Gloria and Luis your picture," he said softly, trying to ease his son's tension.
As Brett stepped out of the car, he pulled Santana into a warm hug and kissed her. Oliver, seeing his chance, started to cry for "Mama." Santana took him from Whitney, balancing the affectionate toddler on her hip as she welcomed them to the Lopez household. Gloria came forward, pulling Brett into a tight hug. "Happy Father's Day," she smiled at him warmly.
Stephen introduced himself to Luis, and they shook hands warmly. Sophia, always the food enthusiast, commented on the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the house. Brett grinned. "South Americans love food, and I love food. You love food, so you're in for a great day."
Inside, the house was alive with the sounds of family. Mateo, Georgia and Gabriel were in the living room watching TV, while Gloria and Abuela, were busy in the kitchen, preparing an array of dishes that showcased the rich culinary tradition of their family. The air was thick with the scents of sizzling meats, fresh cilantro, and homemade tortillas.
Luis led Stephen to the backyard with Whitney and Sophia, admiring the vibrant garden and the beautiful lake. Brett felt a wave of gratitude as he watched his family seamlessly blend with Santana's as he walked over to Santana, who was now in the kitchen helping her mother. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "This looks amazing," he whispered. Santana turned her head slightly, smiling. "It's all Mom and Abuela. They've been up since dawn."
Gloria turned around and shooed Brett out of the kitchen with a playful swat. "Out, out! This is women's work" she said, laughing. Brett held up his hands in mock surrender and backed away, joining the others outside as Luis set up fishing rods by the edge of the lake.
Whitney and Sophia sat in chairs nearby, watching in mild disgust as Oliver gleefully shoved his hand into the bait box, pulling out worms and showing them to Brett with enthusiasm. Brett laughed, gently taking the worm from Oliver and helping him attach it to the hook.
Santana emerged from the house, her gaze softening as she saw her father and Brett's dad showing the boys how to fish. Luis was enthusiastically explaining to Stephen about the large bass that could be caught in the lake. Brett, standing nearby, was clearly engrossed in the conversation, nodding along and occasionally glancing over to check on the boys.
Whitney, noticing Santana, waved her over. "Come sit with us" she called out, patting the chair next to her. Santana smiled and made her way over, taking a seat and watching the scene unfold. Oliver's face lit up when he saw her. "Mama! Look" he shouted proudly, holding up the rod for her to see.
Santana sighed, her smile a bit strained. Whitney noticed and turned to her. "How have you been?" she asked gently, her eyes filled with concern. Santana managed a small smile. "Great" she replied, though the weariness in her voice was evident. "It's just this whole 'Mama' thing with Oliver... it's difficult, James hates it. I'm not trying to replace Emily at all."
Whitney placed a comforting hand on Santana's leg. "We all know you're not trying to replace anyone," she said softly. "Take it as a compliment that Oliver thinks of you that way. He sees you as someone he can love and trust." Santana nodded, her eyes misting slightly. "It's just hard. James is so protective of his mom's memory. I don't want to step on any toes, you know?" Whitney squeezed her leg gently. "You're doing a wonderful job. These things take time, and it's clear how much you care about them."
As they sat there, Santana watched her dad demonstrate the casting technique to James, who seemed engrossed despite his earlier reluctance. Oliver, ever the enthusiastic one, was trying to mimic their movements, his little face scrunched up in concentration.
Santana turned back to Whitney, her voice softer. "I just worry about doing the right thing. For everyone." Whitney smiled warmly. "Santana, you're doing the best you can, and that's all anyone can ask for. The boys are lucky to have you, and Brett... well, he's never been happier."
Just then, Oliver's voice rang out again. "Mama! Look, fish!" He was jumping up and down with excitement, holding up the small fish wriggling on the end of his line. Santana couldn't help but laugh, her worries momentarily forgotten as she looked over at Brett, who was now helping Oliver release the fish back into the lake, his patience and love for the boys evident in every movement.
Luis glanced over at them, a twinkle in his eye. "Seems like you've got a natural fisherman there, Brett" he called out. Brett grinned, ruffling Oliver's hair. "Looks like it" he replied, his eyes meeting Santana's across the distance.
The afternoon continued as Gloria and Abuela finished preparing the feast. The air was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of grilled meats, fresh tortillas, and a variety of salsas. Santana and Whitney worked together to set the table, arranging colorful plates and napkins, while Brett and Stephen were busy washing the boys' hands and getting them ready for the meal. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the sounds of laughter and conversations flowing seamlessly between English and Spanish.
As they made their way to the table, James was already bursting with excitement. "Did you know I caught a big fish today?" he announced to anyone who would listen. Gabriel, always ready with a teasing remark, leaned in and asked, "Are we going to eat the fish for dinner, James?" James shook his head emphatically. "No, Dad put the fish back in the water. We're not eating it" he explained with the earnestness.
Gloria arrived at the table with the last dish, a beautifully presented platter of grilled vegetables. Sophia, taking in the spread, exclaimed, "This looks amazing, Gloria!" Her words were echoed by nods and smiles from everyone around the table.
As they all took their seats, Alma, with her graceful presence, raised her glass "Feliz Día del Padre" she said warmly, her eyes twinkling as she looked around the table. Luis translated for those who didn't understand, raising his pint of beer in a toast to Stephen and Brett. "To all the fathers" he said, his voice filled with gratitude and joy.
The meal began, and the table buzzed with animated conversations. The children were delighted by the array of dishes, and the adults indulged in the rich flavors, praising Gloria and Abuela for their culinary skills. Oliver, ever the energetic one, tried to reach for the tortillas with his tiny hands, making everyone laugh.
Santana, sitting between Brett and Whitney, felt a deep sense of contentment. She looked around at the smiling faces, the lively exchanges, and felt that this was where she truly belonged. Brett, noticing her thoughtful expression, squeezed her hand under the table, offering her a reassuring smile.
As the meal drew to a close, Gloria and Abuela started to clear the table, but Whitney and Sophia quickly intervened, insisting on helping with the cleanup. "You've done enough. Let us take care of this," Whitney said, guiding Gloria back to her seat.
Santana stood up and began to help, but Brett pulled her back gently. "Stay" he said softly. "Enjoy this." She settled back into her chair, watching as their families worked together, their movements synchronized and efficient.
After the table was cleared, Luis brought out a special dessert, tres leches cake. The boys' eyes widened in anticipation, and James nearly jumped out of his seat. "Cake!" Oliver shouted, making everyone laugh again.
As they dug into the sweet treat, Alma shared a few heartfelt words about the importance of family and the joy of being together. "Familia es lo más importante," she said, her voice filled with emotion. Brett, understanding enough to nod in agreement, added, "Family is everything."
The evening continued with more stories, laughter, and music. Luis and Gloria played traditional Mexican songs, and soon enough, everyone was singing along. The warm, familiar tunes filled the air, blending perfectly with the twilight atmosphere.
The boys, tired from the day's activities, started to drift off so Brett and Santana gently lifted them, taking them upstairs to one of the guest rooms. The boys murmured sleepily, and Brett stroked their hair until they settled back into sleep before they returned to the gathering.
Back with their families, Brett and Santana found a cozy spot. Brett sat on the floor with Santana nestled between his legs, leaning against his chest. He softly kissed her shoulder, laughing at one of Mateo's wild stories about their childhood antics.
Meanwhile, Whitney and Gloria sat on the deck outside, sipping wine and looking out at the lake. The reflection of the moon on the water created a serene and beautiful backdrop for their quiet conversation. Inside, the lively energy continued. Santana turned her head slightly to look at Brett. "Have you had a nice day?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his face.
Brett's smile was immediate and genuine. "The best Father's Day ever," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for the gifts. I know the boys didn't have money to buy me new running shoes and aftershave at the mall."
Santana smiled, a playful glint in her eye. "They picked them out, though. I just provided the funds."
"I love you," Brett said, leaning in to give her a tender kiss. "I love you too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
As the night wore on, the soft snores could be heard from Sophia on the couch. Brett glanced at his watch, noting the time. "I think it's about time we head back" he said, his voice tinged with reluctance. Santana nodded, though she seemed just as reluctant in Brett leaving. "It's been a great day" she said, standing up and stretching. Brett stood too, pulling her into a hug.
Luis and Gloria, seeing them Brett and his family to leave, came over. "Thank you for coming" Gloria said warmly to Whitney and Stephen. "It's always a pleasure to have you here."
"It's our pleasure" Stephen replied, shaking Luis's hand and giving Gloria a hug. "Thank you for the amazing food and the music. It's been perfect." With warm goodbyes and promises to meet again soon, Brett and Stephen gathered the boys and headed out to the car. The drive home was quiet, the boys fast asleep in the backseat.
After their return home, the house settled into a quiet routine. Sophia, tired from the day's events, headed straight to bed, leaving Brett and Stephen to handle the boys' bedtime rituals. Whitney, meanwhile, lingered in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water, lost in her thoughts.
Brett came downstairs, his mind clearly preoccupied. Seeing Whitney in the kitchen, he greeted her with a subdued smile. "Hey Mom did you have a nice day?" he asked, attempting to make small talk. Whitney returned his smile warmly. "Yes, Santana's family are lovely" she replied, her voice soft with genuine admiration for Santana's relatives.
As Whitney turned to leave, Brett hesitated for a moment, then blurted out the thought that had been weighing on his mind. "I'm going to ask Santana to marry me." She froze in place, her glass of water halfway to the sink. "Marry?" she repeated, her eyes widening in surprise and concern.
Brett nodded, his smile returning, though tinged with uncertainty now that the words were out in the open. "Yes" he affirmed, his voice steady. "I want to marry her." Whitney's expression softened into one of gentle concern. "Are you sure, Brett?" she asked quietly, setting down her glass. "Is Santana ready for that sort of commitment?"
Brett's smile faltered slightly at her question. "I think so" he replied earnestly. "I know she loves me, and I know she loves the boys." Whitney stepped closer, her voice filled with sincerity. "Saying yes and being ready for it are two different things" she said gently. "I think Santana is great for you and the boys, but Brett, it might be too soon. She's still worried about James hating her."
"Don't rush things, Brett," she advised softly. "Take your time. Let things unfold naturally."
She turned towards the guest room, leaving Brett alone in the kitchen with his thoughts. He leaned against the counter, replaying their conversation in his mind. Whitney's and Puck's words echoed in his thoughts, and he couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps they were right.