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Brittany fluttered her eyes open as she awoke. She yawned widely and stretched, immediately curling back against the warm body next to her. Santana was always so snuggly.
Her wife mumbled in her sleep and rolled onto her back so that Brittany could lay on her chest. The subconscious movement made Brittany smile. She loved how in sync they were, even in sleep. Glancing over Santana to the nightstand, she checked the time. It was still early, but mornings were rarely quiet for them. Any small measure of peace was enjoyed to the full. Nights were reserved for tender lovemaking because both of them knew that the kids were fast asleep and – just like Santana – not much would wake them. Mornings were reserved for cuddles and whisperings of sweet nothings.
With the weather turning steadily colder every day, Brittany was very thankful that Santana had convinced them to splurge on a down feather comforter. Even when they fell asleep naked after a night of passionate sex, their comforter was enough to keep them warm. Of course, Brittany enjoyed this perk immensely – anything that involved feeling Santana’s smooth skin while they were tangled together was a bonus.
“Whasstim?” Santana grumbled, her left hand lifting to rub her eyes.
“Baby, don’t,” Brittany whispered, pulling her hand away. Santana had developed a nasty habit of rubbing her eyes too much and irritating her stay-in lenses. Shit wasn’t cheap.
Santana yawned widely and wrapped her arms around Brittany instead, burrowing her nose into her hair.
“You smell good,” she mumbled,
Brittany flushed and smiled. She loved how sentimental Santana had become since leaving high school. They’d had bumps, but overcome them and almost ten years on, were happier than ever,
“Any movement?” Santana murmured, sounding more awake. Her hand trailed down Brittany’s naked back, kneading her muscles.
Brittany hummed in contentment. “Not yet. I doubt it’ll take long.”
“Hmmm.”
They lay wrapped up in each other for a while longer before Santana’s bladder dictated otherwise. Brittany propped her head up on one hand as she stared unabashedly at her beautiful wife. Santana stood up, stretched and Brittany’s smile widened when her hand automatically dropped down to her tiny baby bump.
“Baby sleep okay?” Santana cooed quietly.
Brittany just felt all the love for Santana. Three kids down and one more on the way. They certainly hadn’t expected to have more than two, but they both loved being mothers, so it was only a matter of time. Hannah was almost nine, anyway. Nick was six and their youngest, Theo, had just celebrated his third birthday the previous week. Hannah was hoping for another girl, as was Brittany. Santana was brilliant with the boys, but she knew that a little girl, another princess, would round off their brood very nicely.
Santana came out of the bathroom, shaking Brittany from her reverie. Santana pulled her robe on and pulled the drapes to one side. She gasped and Brittany knew that it could only mean one thing. She scrambled out of bed and shivered at the sudden change in temperature. Not bothering with her robe, she just grabbed the comforter off the bed and wrapped herself in it.
Snug as a bug.
“Look, baby,” Santana whispered.
Brittany stood behind her, pulling her back against the comforter and covering them both. She smiled widely at the two inches of snow piled up against their window. That could only mean there was a fair bit more on the ground outside.
“First big snowfall of the year, baby,” Brittany murmured, her hands dropping to caress their little bun – Santana’s nickname. Santana took hold of the comforter to keep it around them. They were so practiced in all manner of holding each other.
“Moms!”
Both women chuckled.
“Well, it was fun while it lasted,” Brittany murmured, swivelling her wife in her arms. “I do, however, still need an epic first snow good morning kiss, Mrs. Lopez.”
“You never have to ask for a kiss, Mrs. Lopez,” Santana replied with a wink.
Neither bothered with any more words and shared a perfect good morning kiss. Five seconds later, their bedroom door burst open and little Theo ran straight for Brittany’s legs.
“Hey, little man,” she greeted with a smile.
Santana kissed her neck and pulled out of the comforter so that Brittany could make sure she was covered. All their kids had seen their moms naked at some point, mostly during bath time. There had been some unfortunate interruptions of sweet lady kisses when Nick had gone through his bed-wetting phase at four years old. Hannah was savvy enough to know that her parents did adult things that required no clothes, and she was always quick to point out that she didn’t need to be scarred for life.
“Mama, snow!” Theo squealed.
“I see so, baby,” Santana replied, picking him up.
“Can we make da snowman?” he asked.
Brittany wrinkled her nose at her adorable son.
Santana nuzzled his cheek. “Of course. But we’ll have to get some breakfast in that big tummy of yours first! Are Nick and Hannah awake?”
“Yep. Dey watching cardoons.”
Brittany frowned. There were rules, even on a Saturday morning. No TV without their permission. Theo, luckily, was their little spy, always ratting out his big brother and sister.
“Go get dressed, B. I’ll start breakfast. We have a long day ahead of us.”
Brittany nodded and stepped towards her wife for one more kiss. Theo put a hand behind each of their heads and made them kiss for longer. His moms definitely appreciated how he didn’t seem to mind them showing each other affection all the time.
“Mommies love each udder,” he said seriously.
“We absolutely do, little man. And do you know what we love even more?” Brittany asked.
“Snow!” Theo yelled, giggling.
“Genius,” Santana congratulated with a big grin. “Like mother, like son.”
Brittany blushed and kissed Santana’s cheek before heading into their walk-in closet. Snow was magic, but her wife, her family, was a thousand times more magical.