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Hola, Mi Corazon
Feb. 23rd, 2012 05:48 pmSaturdays 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.
"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.
