acontrollist | 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'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.

Hola, Mi Corazon

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Sorry for the late tag! Crazy, crazy past few days!

no worries!