santana has a crush on nadia g and sometimes when britt is out of town on an assignment she and haily watch all the episodes of bitchin kitchen santana dvr’d. when britt comes home and finds out she judges them really hard, especially when haily starts waving her hands around while she cooks and saying ‘scoff’ instead of eat.
“I got the cranberry sauce,” Brittany says, dropping it into their basket. “And I didn’t have to fight anyone.” She lifts her fist to half heartedly punch at the air. “Pacifist power.”
“My hero,” Santana says, and grins at her for a moment as she takes her arm. “Did Haily help?” she asks, and then comes to a stop as she realizes that Brittany’s alone. “Wait, where’s Haily?”
“Um, with you?” Brittany blinks quickly and peers around them. “Isn’t she with you?”
“Oh god,” Santana breathes, and takes two steps past her to peer down the aisle before spinning and looking back the other way. “Oh god.”
They go to pick up Quinn at SFO and they absolutely do not run at each other like they’re in the climax of some sort of lame romantic comedy, Brittany hobbling along behind as best she can.
Quinn launches herself at the both of them and wraps her arms around their necks, and usually Santana would be rolling her eyes but it’s all she can do to keep them all steady as Brittany wobbles on her crutches and tries to hug Quinn back as best she can, her hand curling around Quinn’s shoulders and pulling her closer.
“You’re sure you know what you’re doing?” Santana asks, for the fifth time. She’s not worried, she’s just making sure.
“I had a baby brother and sister, this ain’t my first time at the rodeo,” Sam says, rolling his eyes as he rocks Haily in his arms. She looks even tinier than usual in his huge hands.
"What did you get me?" Brittany bounces on her feet and Santana just blinks, looking up from where she’s trying to feed Haily.
okay the anon who asked me about brittana/mixed race kids:
it’s no excuse but it was literally my ignorance about how things like eye color/hair color get passed on. sam’s the donor in that fic, so i thought it would be cute if they ended up with a blonde haired/brown eyed kid. (there’s a line in i80w, which is the same universe, where britt imagines having a kid and that’s the description of her - i just thought it would be neat narratively for them to wind up with that child). yes, that assumes whiteness which is problematic, and i’m sorry that i didn’t think that through more clearly or if i offended you.
basically ignorance is no excuse but it’s the only one i have. thank you for pointing it out though.
anon asked: Does Haily have any brother’s or sisters? Any pets?
anon asked: Haily wants a pet.
"Daddy," Haily says, toeing the ground with the tip of her sneaker the way she does whenever she has a question to ask. "Why don’t I have any brothers or sisters?"
The real answer is hospitals and stalks don’t bring babies for free, but she just pulls her closer and boops her on the nose. “Because you were perfect and exactly what we wanted.”
"The ciiiiiircle of liiiiife," Haily shouts, coming to stop in front of where Santana’s lying on the couch.
Santana blinks at her as Brittany does her best to hide a giggle.
"Sweetheart," Brittany says slowly. "Are you circle of lifing a pint of ice cream?"
"Yes, because I eat the ice cream," Haily says, climbing up onto the couch between them and holding the tub up so Santana can pull the lid off.
She shouldn’t be eating it, but it’s a Sunday and they’re all at home and she’s easily convincable.
Haily scoops up a spoon full and grins happily when she eats it. “Thank you, ice cream!”
"God help us if she ever decides to be a vegetarian," Santana mumbles to Brittany.
itsmayonegg asked: Brittany tries to convince Santana to accompany her and Haily on their camping trip (Haily recently got really into wilderness survival due to seeing UP), but Santana is like ‘lolnothx I’ll keep the house safe while you’re gone’.
i hope this is what you wanted bb!
The first thing she hears when she gets home is crying, and yeah maybe she drops everything by the door and runs towards it but it’s either her wife or her kid and she doesn’t like either of those options.
“Don’t cry, daddy,” Haily is saying, when she gets there. She’s kneeling up on the couch next to Brittany offering her a tissue and it’s the cutest thing she’s ever seen.
tELL YOUR MAMA SHE’S NICE TOOOOOOOOOOO
The storm’s almost blown itself out by the time Santana gets home, but they still have no power.
"Britt? Haily? …Family?" Santana calls as she tries to pick her way around the furniture between them.
"Marco," Brittany calls lazily and Santana smiles into the darkness.
"Polo," Santana replies when she finds her way to them on the couch, leaning over the back of it to kiss Haily’s head and then Brittany’s.
"Mama!" Haily says sleepily, reaching up for her, and Santana lifts her up into a hug, Haily’s legs wrapping around her immediately.
"Did your daddy protect you from the storm?" Santana asks.
"Mmm," Haily agrees, "She said I had to tell you you were nice."
"I’m nice?" Santana says, as Brittany chuckles from the couch.
"If the monsters ate her she said I had to tell you you were nice."
Santana just looks over at her wife, the perfect picture of innocence. “What?” Brittany says.
"Stop teaching our child to be rude."
"Thank you," Haily murmurs sleepily, around the thumb she’s sucking on, and Brittany just bursts out laughing.
"Daddy," Haily whimpers as they listen to the wind howl outside. Brittany tucks the blanket a little more firmly around her, and brings the emergency lantern closer, so Haily can see better.
"What’s wrong, baby girl?" Brittany asks, smoothing some of the hair away from her head.
"Monsters live in the dark," Haily says, so quiet Brittany almost doesn’t hear her, and she scoots a little closer on the couch, looking over to where the door into the kitchen is, hiding in the gloom.
happy writer appreciation day!!! :)