Santana's heart melts, even at just the feeling of her baby boy's small fingers around hers. Sure, he's been gripping her fingers and all sorts of things for months now, but it still just makes her all gooey inside. He makes her sentimental, even more so than his mother does, and sometimes she can't believe that the baby she carried inside of her for nine months is already so big.
"That's my boy," she cheers him on. She holds up her other hand. "High five?" They've practiced this many times, and he just lets out a thrilled little coo. He loves when his mommies play with him like this - which is, pretty much, all the time - and he smacks Santana's hand with enthusiasm.
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Date: 2012-02-24 01:12 am (UTC)"That's my boy," she cheers him on. She holds up her other hand. "High five?" They've practiced this many times, and he just lets out a thrilled little coo. He loves when his mommies play with him like this - which is, pretty much, all the time - and he smacks Santana's hand with enthusiasm.