Hola, Mi Corazon

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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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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.