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Hola, Mi Corazon

Saturdays are fabulous. Santana doesn't work, Chicago rehearsals are only 4 hours every other weekend and everyone gets to sleep in. Like they're doing now. Rachel's being the little spoon right now, laying on her belly with her side tucked up Santana, the Latina's arm across her back as they sleep. She's just about to take a giant bite out of the marshmallow Empire State Building when some static wakes her up.

"Ma ma ma ma ma pffft..." The babbling coming from the baby monitor makes her smile even if it is only 9am. Trying not to wake Santana, she reaches out and switches the monitor off before she slides out of bed and enters the nursery.

10-month old Ari is standing up in his crib, pitch black hair sticking out all over his head and grinning just like his mother. When Rachel enters the room, he squeals and reaches out for her and she picks him up, tugging the shirt of his football pjs over his belly and kissing his forehead. "Buenos dias!" Rachel took French in high school and college, but she's picking up on Spanish through living with Santana. They're trying to teach Ari all three.

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Santana doesn't generally sleep in, she's always been an early riser. Since she was a baby herself, she was up at the asscrack of dawn, ready to explore and get into shit. Her son is much the same, and even though her lover tries to be discreet and let Santana sleep, there's no way she'd miss the weight and warmth underneath her arm disappearing. And by no stretch of the imagination is Ari a quiet baby - when he has something to say, the whole world hears it, whether the baby monitor is on or off.

Still, she stays in bed for a few moments, until she hears Rachel padding down the stairs with Ari babbling away in her arms. This, she thinks, is the definition of domestic bliss. She has never been more content with her life - she has the perfect little family.

She slips into her robe, strewn over the armchair beside the bed, and runs a hand through her messy hair. Years ago, she would have taken the time to make herself perfect before going down to say good morning to her partner, but she's comfortable now, knowing that Rachel will think she's beautiful no matter what.

She walks into the kitchen as Rachel is settling Ari into his high chair. "Bonjour!" she greets her son, ruffling his hair with a big grin. She's the native Spanish speaker around here, but she's picked up French over the years too, from Kurt and Rachel, and since Rachel expects their son to be trilingual, she contributes wherever she can. She crosses over to kiss Rachel, whispering, "Good morning," against her lips, before she crosses over to get their morning coffee brewing.

"Oh, is that right?" Rachel doesn't like to baby talk with Ari, now that he's starting to understand and form words of his own. Instead, she tries to engage him in one sided conversation, asking questions when he speaks and talking to him in simple, full sentences. With Santana's genes and Rachel's mothering, there's really no way that there was ever going to be a quiet Lopez-Berry baby.

Rachel too, is past the point of trying to get dressed or be cute before noon most days, unless she has somewhere to go. She's still wearing her polka dotted Sofees and one of Santana's t-shirts when she sees Santana's hand come down over Ari's head. He squeals, reaching up to pull her fingers into his mouth but she's gone before he can succeed or Rachel can reach over to stop him.

"Morning." She smiles back against her girlfriend's lips, watching her walk across the kitchen to start the coffee. As much as Santana complained about her pregnancy weight gain, it's all gone now. Besides her hips. They widened just a little and though there's no fat left, they're still there and Rachel would be a liar and a half if she ever tried to pretend she didn't just love Santana's body more each day.

"How'd you sleep?" Rachel asks, moving to the pantry to pull out some oatmeal for the baby. Of course, she's asking Santana, but Ari answers, slapping his hand against his high chair and going off onto a tirade.

Santana is damn proud that she managed to get rid of the majority of the baby weight she'd gained during her pregnancy. Yes, as Rachel liked to point out, some had settled on her hips, but it didn't look bad. Really, it just made her look curvier, and she was actually very happy with her body. She'd loved being pregnant (well, for the most part), but she was so glad to be thin again. It was just a thing she had, that she couldn't seem to entirely get away from.

Before Santana can even try to answer Rachel's question, Ari answers for her, and boy, he just goes and goes. "Well, sounds like someone here had a good night's sleep," she laughs, pressing brew on the coffee maker and crossing over to the kitchen table to sit and wait. "And I slept fine, later than I'd though. Nine o'clock must be some kind of sleeping in record."

"I told you taking him to the pool was a good idea." Rachel grins. They'd taken him to Kurt and Blaine's house yesterday and let him get into their pool for the first time. He'd literally played himself to sleep. One minute, he was cradled up against Blaine's chest, splashing and the next, Blaine was walking up onto the porch with a completely knocked out toddler. 9am is the latest he's slept since he had that ear infection and the antibiotics were making him sleepy.

Putting some milk on the stove to heat, Rachel starts chopping up some fruit, both for Ari's oatmeal and for her own fruit salad. "What do you want for breakfast, San?"

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"I'll have whatever you're having, babe," Santana says, picking up Ari's plastic baby spoon and dancing it across the tray of his high chair to entertain him. She can't help it! She likes making him smile, and he's just squealing in delight, clapping his little hands together. "You like that, hijo?" she asks, grinning herself. "My little fishy. You're gonna be a swimmer, aren't you? Aren't you?" It's not quite baby talk, but it's closer to it than the way Rachel talks to him, like he's a grown adult.

Rachel nods, starting to make up a fruit salad for Santana too. Her choppy slows a bit as she watches Santana with their son, though. He's basically her spitting image, all pitch black hair and dimples. It's looking like he has her nose and her smile too, and the only thing they've been able to pick out from his "father" so far is his eyes. They're the prettiest shade of hazel, almost brown but not quite, little flecks of green and blue and such. He reaches out for the spoon, chubby baby fingers curling around Santana's.

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.

Rachel just smiles and shakes her head at the two of them. Santana's such a mush when it comes to their son. Puck teases her about it constantly, but after a headlock and a noogie or two, he'll shut up. For about a day. But it really is so odd to see Lima, Ohio's "Straight Up Bitch"'s eyes light up when her ten month old mini-me high fives her.

Not that Rachel cares how weird it is, because Santana's a fabulous mother. After fixing up Ari's oatmeal and sprinkling some sugar over it and her and Santana's fruit salads, she carries everyone's food to the table, sitting Santana's in front of her and moving to sit close enough to feed Ari.

Puck has been harassing her about "going soft" since high school. Santana's used to him, and a few threats and well placed slaps puts him in his place, for a while. But she loves Puck like a brother now, and he's considered one of Ari's uncles. He's way invested in that kid, too, and that gives Santana reason to tease him back just as much.

Santana eats a bit of her salad, watching Rachel feed their son. She may be mushy about their son, but Rachel is too. Maybe even more so than Santana. Remembering the coffee, Santana gets up to pour herself a cup. "Coffee, babe?" she asks her lover, reaching for Rachel's favorite mug.

"Yes please." Rachel smiles over her shoulder. She doesn't need to elaborate, Santana knows how she takes her coffee. Returning her attention to their son, she spoons some oatmeal into his mouth, laughing as he takes a few minutes to roll the taste around on his tongue and then do what they've dubbed his "Happy Dance", wiggling in his seat and leaning forward, mouth wide open for another spoonful.

"So apparently, apple/banana is a go." Rachel laughs. They've been experimenting with different fruits now while they try to introduce real food into Ari's diet. Even if Rachel's not vegan anymore, a healthy balanced diet is something she tries to cultivate for all of the members of the house.

"I'll make a note," Santana chuckles, taking the pen out of it's magnetic holder and marking 'apple/banana oatmeal' under the list of 'Ari Approved Foods' on the small pad hung on the refrigerator. She tries to keep the list updated, knowing she won't remember quite as well as Rachel what their picky little boy will eat.

She comes back to the table with two mugs of coffee, setting the blue mug with white music notes scattered all over it in front of her lover.

Rachel's not sure why its so cute that Santana means that literally, but it is. "Okay." She smiles, helping Ari to anther spoonful. When the coffee mug makes it's way in front of her, Rachel leans up for a thank you kiss, sitting Ari's bowl down on his highchair to devote one of her hands to her coffee cup.

"So. Any plans today?" Of course, Ari answers first, but Rachel was asking her girlfriend.

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