Hola, Mi Corazon

[acontrollist]

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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[iwannabedirty]

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.