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“Mi pequeño Javi.” I nuzzle his pudgy cheeks with my nose. “Mi precioso corazón.”
“Santana Lopez?” Fuck no. “It is you.” I look up from where my progeny is strapped to my chest, to see the ever blonde bimbo, Quinn Fabray.
“Q.” I look her up and down. She reminds me of her mother in that high and mighty, stepford wives kind of way. Q is wearing a dress despite the fact it's December in New York, and a Saint Laurent Pea Coat. I'm fairly certain everything down to the panties that are lodged up her ass, are in the hundreds of dollars.
“I can't believe it's you. And, is that your baby?” She looks at me like I can't possibly have a kid of my own.
“No, I stole him.”
“Well, you could be a nanny.” Oh, no she didn't. “Oh, this is Declan.” Her wallet strides up with two coffees in hand. Yeah, he looks like a model with his slicked back black hair, chiseled jaw, and piercing blue eyes, but he's probably in finance or something equally as boring. “Dec, this is Santana, we went to high school together.”
“It's so wonderful to meet you.” I say sickly sweet, holding my hand out. Of course this is when the tornado that I'm married to arrives.
“Oh my gosh San, there you are. I'm so sorry I'm late, but you know how Derek is. Sarah was off her queue multiple times, and instead of holding her back, the entire cast had to be tortured. Oh and guess what?” She digs through her messenger bag. “Robbie knit the best thing ever, I just love her.” Finally she pulls out a little elf hat that she promptly puts on Javi's head. “Isn't he so cute?” She squeals.
“Is she calling my child an elf?”
“Oh, now he's your child? He wasn't at three AM when he was covered in poop.”
“Look, I was gagging. I don't think you wanted vomit in addition to poop.”
“No, one experience with that is enough.”
“Rachel?” I'm not sure I like the way Q's voice squeaks like she's witnessing someone being murdered, but the look of utter shock is hilarious.
“Oh my god, Quinn.” Rachel has no qualms with launching herself into the startled blondes arms. “It's been so long. How have you been? Are you a big time publisher or have you written any books? I must know everything.” I swear her breath control rivals that of marine mammals.
“Are you and…..are you two…” Q keeps pointing back and forth, stuttering like an idiot.
“Oh!” Rachel, ever the naive and unaware person that she is, just plows through Q's horror. “San and I have been married for three years. I know, no one saw it coming.” She hooks her arm through mine, smiling her billion watt smile. “But she's the most amazing wife and mother. Oh, have you met Javier?”
“Ummmm…” Q's too stunned for words. I love it.
“He definitely has San's eyes, and he's the most adorable little thing.” She rubs his cheek with her finger. Yeah, my kid is cuter than any other kid out there. “Oh, you guys grab a table, we absolutely have to catch up. I'll grab our drinks San. Don't worry, I know, half your cocoa must be whipped cream.” She kisses my cheek before shooting off to the long ass line. Speaking off ass, hers looks absolutely fine in those jeans.
“Well, you heard the lady. Let's go.” I don't really care what Q's been up to, but I really love how uncomfortable she looks. There is, amazingly, an empty table with enough chairs for the four of us. I hang my fake Dior look alike baby bag off the side of the chair. We have money, but I'm not crazy enough to spend thousands on a bag for diapers.
“So.” Q clears her throat, looking at her coffee cup. Mr. Slick Hair is only paying attention to his phone. “Wow, Rachel.”
“Yeah.”
“You two hated each other.” She looks utterly perplexed.
“We lived together, or did you forget?”
“Yeah but still….Rachel?” Yeah, admittedly it's not something I saw happening either, but she doesn't have to act like Rachel's some alien or something.
“Hey babe, I've got to go, work.” Declan waves his phone at Q before giving her a quick kiss. “Nice to meet you.” He smiles and leaves without saying much else.
“A lot's happened since you dropped off the face of the earth, Q.” I look over to see where Rachel is in the line, she still has a few people ahead of her. I can't help but smile when I notice her lips moving, obviously singing along to the music playing on the Cafés speakers.
“But this is a little out of left field, especially for you. And you had a kid with her.”
“You've really turned into your mom, haven't you?” I sigh, patting Javi on the butt as he begins to fuss. “Look, Britt and I split. Rachel had no problem looking for a new place with me because I was a little lost and I was still in school. She came along and just picked up my pieces without hesitation.”
“Rachel? Drama queen, self centered, look at me all the time, Rachel?” Now she's just being a bitch.
“First off, don't talk shit about my wife.” The way she winces at the word 'wife’ has me confused. Is she homophobic? Has she really gone full on Fabray and turned into her parents? “I don't have to explain anything to you, little miss perfect, but let me tell you this. We aren't those scared little kids we were in high-school. We've grown up, well at least I did, I don't know about you.”
“I'm…..I'm sorry we haven't kept in touch.” I'll give her credit, she looks genuinely sorry. “I just have a hard time believing this. You and Brittany were like soulmates.” At one time I would have agreed with her.
“Maybe in the sense that we're still best friends, that will never change. She's my kids godmother.”
“And Rachel's ok with that?”
“Why do you keep acting like she's some horrible person? Before you disappeared, you two were friends.” I take a second to see where Rachel's at. Looks like she's made it through the line and is now excitedly talking to someone as they wait for their drinks. God only knows what she could be saying, but I bet it has to do with music. I turn my attention back to Q, who looks like she's hiding something. “What do you have against Rach?” Her eyes snap up at me.
“Why you?” She asks.
“Why me what?” Her mouth opens and closes a few times as she can't seem to get the words out.
“Here you go baby.” Rachel puts an extra large cup of mexican hot coca on the table in front of me before sitting down. “Do you want me to take him for a little bit?” She asks, looking at the passed out bundle that's still strapped to my chest. Admittedly I'm sweating my ass off, but I'd rather he stay asleep.
“No, he needs his nap. You know how grumpy he gets.”
“Yes, he takes after his mamí.” I'd glare at her if she wasn't correct. I do get a tiny bit grumpy if I don't get enough sleep. Rachel takes my hand, kissing the back of it before letting go again so she can drink her chai. She's extremely touchy, that’s just who she is, and I generally don't deny her unless I'm really sick.
“So, Quinn, how are you? Was that your husband? Do you have any kids?” Rachel leans forward, entirely focused and waiting on Q's answers.
“Umm, yes that was Declan, my husband. He works for the Bank of America, corporate office. We actually got married a year after I graduated Yale. No kids yet, we haven't really talked about it lately.”
“And what about you, did you get into publishing?”
“I worked at a publishing firm for a little while. But Dec felt he made enough money for both of us and so I take care of the house now.” Q is smiling, but it's not genuine. “What about you? On your way to being a Broadway legend?” Her smile now is full of mirth, it's like she actually cares.
“No.” Rachel blushes. “I've only done a few Broadway leads, but I've done quite a few off Broadway hits. My name isn't as huge as I planned on it being, but I think my life is pretty amazing.” Her hand slips under the table and gives my thigh a light squeeze. “I really can't imagine anything better.”
“Not even a Tony?” Q teases.
“Not even Barbara herself handing it to me.” Q looks a little taken aback. “I know, high school me would just die to hear that blasphemy.” Rachel laughs. “But that girl didn't know how great life would be outside of Lima, not with that one track mind I had.”
“You're still a diva.” I mutter. Rachel ignores me.
“Santana is an amazing pediatrician. Her patients and their parents just love her.” She gushes. Yeah, I'm pretty awesome.
“Really?” Q's face gets all pinched.
“Don't sound so surprised bitch.” Rachel lightly slaps my thigh.
“San.”
“What? He's asleep.”
“But yes, that shock seems rather uncalled for. You are well aware Santana's grades were just as good as yours.” I love it when she gets all proper. I make her do it in bed. Such a weird kink.
“Well yeah, I just….a pediatrician? She referred to babies as lizard babies.” Rachel laughs at that.
“Yes, she has quite a few colorful terms. After we watched Alien, well she had nightmares and she kept saying she didn't want an alien to pop out of her stomach.”
“Why'd you remind me?” Ugh, I just know I'm going to have nightmares again.
“I'm sorry San.” She pecks my lips.
“You two are just so…..” Q looks absolutely stunned. “I know I said this before, but I find it hard to imagine Santana with anyone other than Brittany, and now…..”
“Yes, well, I'm sure many thought I would end up with Finn. Things change, people evolve. The real question is, what happened to you Quinn? You had grown so much after high school, but you seem to have gone backwards. Where is that girl that had aspirations to be more than what her parents wanted her to be?”
“Like you said, Rachel, things change.” There's a heavy silence between us before Rachel pulls out a business card from nowhere.
“Here, this is my number. I would love it if we met up again before Christmas. I know it's only a few days away but…. Quinn, I do really miss your friendship.” Q stares at the card in her hand.
“You carry business cards?” Is all she can apparently manage to say.
“She had business cards in high school.” I remind her. Q's lips quirk up in a little smile.
“Yeah.” She says, looking back up at Rachel. “I'll call you.” She stands, pulling her purse back on. “It's been great seeing you.” Q says this only to Rachel, doesn't even look at me before she leaves.
“That was interesting.” Rachel muses.
“I think she has the hots for you.”
“Well that certainly would explain a lot.” Rachel laughs. “No, but seriously San. What happened to her? This isn't who she wanted to be. Quinn had so many aspirations and dreams.”
“Who knows, Rach, but I'm not gonna let it keep me up at night.”
“She used to be your friend.”
“Key word, used to be.”
“Oh well.” She sighs before finishing off her drink. “We have guests to prepare for. You know your mom is so excited for Javi's first Christmas.”
“She's been calling me nonstop. If I told her I was on the toilet, she just ignored that and went right on with the conversation.”
“Why would you answer the phone in the bathroom?”
“I thought she'd hang up quicker.”
“Anyway, the cast threatened a boycott if Derek didn't give us off through Christmas, so I'm all yours for the next five days.” She smiles brilliantly at me. Of course I have to lean in and give her a kiss, and a few pecks on her cheek.
“That is the best news I've heard all day. I'll be on call for any emergencies, but the PA's will be handling everything at the office, and Antonia will be signing off on their orders.”
“I'm really proud of you, I hope you know.”
“Don't get all mushy on me.” I attempt a scowl.
“You love it when I get all mushy.” She grins before kissing me. Ok, so maybe I do. “Come on, I've already got us an Uber.”
“See, I knew I married you for a reason.”
“You said it was my ass.”
“That's why I started dating you.”
“You're such a sweet talker.”
I'm a little surprised and a little jealous when Rachel gets a phone call at ten AM the next day. Q wants to meet up with her, just her. I want to make it clear, I'm not jealous of Rachel, maybe jealous isn't the right word.
See, I feel like Q has some sort of ulterior motives. Actually, I think she wants to get in my woman's pants and I don't doubt she'll use whatever tactics at her disposal to do so. Do I think Rachel will fall for her bullshit? Hell no. Doesn't mean I like it.
I'm currently waiting on my parents to arrive. Javi is down for his nap, which usually means I get a nap in too. But with Rachel out canoodling with that blonde bimbo, I can't seem to fall asleep. Ugh.
The apartment is a tastefully done, Chrismukkah extravaganza. I've whittled down the decorations over the years to less cartoonish adornments, and I think we've got a good vibe going. Although Rachel dreams about a house with a blow up Santa in the yard. I have no doubt this will happen.
My phone is silent besides a text from my mamí telling me they've landed. I'm tempted to text Rachel and tell her to get her ass home, but that might make me look desperate. Damn, I hate Q sometimes.
My phone lights up with a call, but it's only Britt.
“Hey B.”
“Hey San, what size clothes does Javi wear?”
“Hmm, get him eight month old clothes, so by the time he gets it he hasn't outgrown it.”
“I don't think they have those sizes.”
“Where are you?”
“Lagos.” She says this like I'm supposed to know. Britt was in Ohio five days ago.
“Nigeria?”
“Yeah. We're visiting Ezeudo's family.”
“That guy that's been lead with you on the tour?”
“Yeah.”
“Since when were you dating?”
“Since, like three days ago.”
“Ok, well just tell him to get clothes for an eight month old baby. Maybe he can gelp you figure it out.”
“Why didn't I think of that?”
“I don't know Britt. But have fun ok?”
“Of course. Merry Christmas, and make sure Santa has a way to get in your apartment ok?”
“Always Britt.”
“Ok bye.” She's crazy, but I love her. Now if my actual wife would call me, I'd feel better.
The sounds of Javi beginning to stir come across the baby monitor. Well, there goes my quiet time. At least the apartment is clean.
Little Javier is staring up at the mobile of stars above his head, making little grunting noises that definitely indicate he's pooping.
“You are such a stinky little boy, do you know that?”. Picking him up carefully, I hold him slightly away from me. The smell wafting from his diaper is rancid. “I need a gas mask for you, mi pequeño hombre.”
I'm not sure when I decided I wanted to be a mom, but I remember one morning waking up and staring at Rachel, and this feeling just washed over me. I wanted to carry a baby for us. All this fear I had about being a mom for so many years, just kind of vanished. Well it came back when my hormones went wacko.
Dumping the diaper, I put Javi in a new cute onsie that my Mamí bought him, in preparation for her arrival, then adjust my shirt so he can feed. I was a little leery about breastfeeding at first because I didn't want to ruin the girls. But the bonding is absolutely worth it.
“I always love this part.” Rachel's voice nearly makes me jump.
“Shit Rach.” I turn to see her standing in the doorway in just her jeans and t shirt, shoes and coat already shed.
“Sorry, I thought you heard me.”
“So, how did your little rendezvous go?”
“Stop.” She admonishes. I pretend to be unbotheted as I sit in the rocking chair positioned just next to the window. “Did your parents get in yet?”
“Yes, and stop avoiding my question.” I adjust Javi so he latches on better.
“I'm not.” She sighs, pulling over the little foot stool to sit on. Rachel pulls my feet onto her lap and begins to rub at the arch of my right foot. Ugh, I absolutely melt when she does this. I pretty much forgive anything she does ever when she gives me a foot rub. It's sad, but true.
“Ok, what happened?”
“She kissed me.” If my first born, flesh and blood wasn't in my arms right now….
“Ok, so you might want to start looking for a lawyer now, because Imma bout to kill a bitch.”
“San, stop.” She's way too calm.
“Did you like it?” She rolls her eyes.
“Quinn wasn't thinking clearly.”
“No shit.” She narrows her eyes at me in reprimand of my cussing. It's not like he understands.
“We went to the park not far from here. Quinn explained that in order for her to keep seeing..Beth, she needed to be stable. Shelby was making more demands after she and Beth moved to New York, so Quinn felt like she had no choice but to play the part she was taught growing up. She met Declan in school and he had no real problem with Beth, but he's not a part of her life.”
“So she's a Fabray through and through.”
“She's been hiding how unhappy she is, but seeing us made that wall she built just crash down.” As Javi finishes, I lift him to my shoulder to burp him.
“Seeing you, you mean.”
“Yes, well, I don't quite understand that.”
“Come on. I always thought you two had the hots for each other.”
“She told me about that time you two slept together.”
“Did you tell her about the threesome we had? That would really shock her.” Rachel grins. “Don't want her getting any ideas though.”
“No, we found out you don't like sharing.” She counters.
“So, did she sweep you off your tiny feet?” Rachel snorts, standing up to grab Javi from me.
“No, I suggested therapy.” Oh hell, that had to hurt. “I let her know I'm quite happy and have no desire to change things, but I'll be her friend.” Ok, I just grumble at that because I know she already has a dissertation on why they can be friends. “And I invited her over for Christmas Eve dinner, should she find herself alone.”
“You did what now?”
“I can't believe she's actually coming.” I grumble.
“Come on San, give her a chance.” Rachel wraps her arms around me, pulling me in close. Her smell engulfs me in a sense of calm.
“Santi, Quinn is here!” My mamí yells down the hallway. All that calm is gone and I want to slam the bedroom door in frustration.
“Come on baby, it'll be ok.” Her hands rub in soothing motions up and down my back as she kisses at my neck.
“You can't promise that, Rach.”
“I can promise I love you.”
“Uuggghhh.”
“Bésame mucho.” She begins to peck little kisses on my lips.
“You know how I get when you speak Spanish.” A nip on my lower lip is the only response I get. “Let's get this over with. You owe me, preciosa.” Rachel yelps as I slap her butt before we head down the hallway. Of course we walk out to find Q holding my son in her arms.
My papí is watching Below Deck on tv, my Mamí is handling Q a bottle of formula, Rachel is now entirely too close to my former so called friend, leaning in to look at Javi as Q begins to feed him. Suddenly I feel like I'm in some alternate reality and I'm watching Rachel with the family she's created with Quinn Fabray. I'm sick to my stomach.
“Mija, help me in the kitchen.” My mamí's words barely register, but they manage to penetrate the horror that is my thought process right now. “Quinn looks like she's doing good for herself. I know her homelife couldn't have been very happy with the parents she had. I'm so glad you girls are friends again .” My mamí continues to prattle on about the past, which was not exactly as great as she seems to think.
“I think she's here for Rachel's benefit, not mine.” I start chopping vegetables she's placed in front of me. “Q probably could have continued ignoring me.”
“Don't say things like that Santi.” She tisks.
“It's true, she's only here because of Rach. She's practically in love with her.”
“Well who wouldn't be, she's an amazing young lady.”
“Well I'm not arguing with you on that.” We fall into silence as we finish prepping the final dishes of the meal and get the dessert set.
“Are you worried mija?” She asks after we've cleaned everything up.
I sigh, tossing the dish towel on the counter top. “No.”
“You don't sound convincing.” My mamí looks at me with worried eyes.
“I know Rach loves me, but still, sometimes I wonder.”
“What mija?” She wraps an arm around my shoulder.
“Am I good enough? Rachel always had all these dreams, that no matter what we said or did, she never wavered from. She hasn't accomplished any of them. Maybe I'm holding her back.”
“Do you really believe that?” Rachel's voice startles me, but my mamí isn't the least bit surprised. She must have seen Rachel standing there in the doorway, empty baby bottle in hand.
“I'll leave you two to talk. The food has another hour or so.” My mamí gives us a smile before she leaves. Rachel makes her way towards me, depositing the bottle on the counter.
“Do you really think that San?” She asks again.
I turn away, a little embarrassed by my confession. “Sometimes.”
“Baby.” She murmurs softly, stepping close, pressing her body against mine as her palm cups my cheek.
“You and Finn broke up so you could live that dream, but look where you are.” I can feel the tears burning at my eyes.
“I'm somewhere even better. I never could have imagined I'd have this kind of happiness in high school.” Her thumb strokes my skin as I fight to keep my emotions at bay. “This isn't where you thought you'd be either, otherwise you'd be in the other room with Brittany and Javi wouldn't be ours.”
“That's different.” I mumble.
“How?” She presses closer, pinning me between her and the cabinets.
“We got married, shit just didn't work out.”
“San.” She sighs.
“No Rach, I'm serious. You wanted an EGOT by now, but you've barely even had any Broadway roles.”
“I…..” Rachel suddenly looks conflicted and more than a little guilty. Her hand drops as she steps away. “I've turned down roles to bigger productions in favor of smaller ones.”
“You've what? Why?”
“I've spent my entire life missing out on everything because my fathers have pushed me and instilled in me this idea I have to be the best. When you and I started dating I just realized how much I love you and I didn't want to miss out on my life any more. I love what I do, but when I sit down and really think about it, my fathers are the ones who put me on this path.”
“Why haven't you ever said anything?”
“I didn't think I needed to. I didn't know this was bothering you so much.”
“Ok, well now I feel a little stupid.”
“Don't.” Rachel wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head in the crook of my neck. I hold her close, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. “I love you San, and I'm sorry you've felt this way for so long. My life is as close to perfect as it can get. You are the love of my life and I wouldn't want to be with anyone else, and little Javi is the perfect manifestation of our love.”
“Do you mean that?” I whisper against her temple.
“With all my heart.”
“Why do you always make me feel so emotional?” I try to laugh away the knot I feel in my throat.
“Hopefully it's because you love me.” She lifts her head, her own eyes slightly watery. “After everything we've been through to get here, I like that you're able to be emotional with me.”
“I love you more than anything Rachel.” We kiss softly, just an affirmation, a renewed promise of our commitment to each other.
“Come on, we better get back out there before they think we're in here being naughty.” Rachel gives me a sexy wink, linking her fingers with mine as she pulls me out of the kitchen.
“The food was delicious Mrs. Lopez.” Q exaggeratingly wipes at the corner of her mouth with a napkin. We're still sitting at the table, plates sitting in front of us with the remnants of our dinner on the table.
“Call me Maribel. We're all adults here, no need to be formal sweetheart.”
Q smiles sweetly. “Thank you, Maribel.”
“Some of that gratitude belongs to Santi, she did help with quite a lot of this meal.”
There's a slight shift in Q's face, but the smile doesn't falter. “I'm sure she got all of her culinary skills from you.” She's a real kiss ass.
“Yes, San is quite the culinary goddess.” Rachel adds with a little shoulder bump. She's cradling Javi in her arms, cooing at him as he babbles incoherently.
“Will you be spending Christmas with family tomorrow?” Mamí asks Q.
“Yes, my mother and her newest boyfriend will be visiting and we'll be going to Ai Fiori for a four course meal.”
“That sounds lovely.” I can tell by my mamí's Tone that she does not, in fact, find it lovely.
“Sounds rich.” I say.
“Santi.” Mamí admonishes as Q gives me a glare.
“Yes, well we quite enjoy it, and there's no clean up involved.” I want to say something about her having maids to do that shit anyway, but a nudge from Rachel keeps my mouth shut.
“I'm sure the food is good, and if I wouldn't mind doing that myself sometime.” Papí says, tossing his napkin on his plate.
“I highly recommend it.” Q smiles with a bit of a smug look. Yeah, if you want some sort of soulless, boring Christmas with a bunch of stuffed shirts.
“A four course meal does sound wonderful, but food cooked with loved ones just can't be beat.” Rachel says, causing Q's smugness to melt away. Yeah, my wife can't be bought.
The conversation stalls out as we begin clearing the table and cleaning up. Rachel insists on handing Javi over to me so I can relax while she cleans. Q is also banished from the kitchen as she's a guest. So I take the time to go back to the nursery and feed Javi the good old fashioned way. But of course, nothing about it is relaxing.
“She deserves better, you know.” Q's voice is grating on my nerves the second I hear it.
“Trying to get a glimpse of the girls again? You coulda just asked.” I turn towards her, Javi suckling away at my breast. There's a slight snarl to her lips. “Did you really think telling her about our little tryst was gonna change anything?”
Q shrugs her shoulders. “Couldn't hurt. I wasn't sure you told her, you weren't exactly one to keep your legs closed.” This bitch is about to die. I look down at Javi, the only reason I'm keeping calm right now.
“What's your goal Q?”
“To make her see the mistakes she's made.”
“And you think all of this is a mistake? And what, you're her knight in shining armor?” I laugh. “Please, get over yourself.”
“She deserves more, she's better than this.”
“You're one jealous bitch, you know that Q. You just can't stand to see anyone happy. You're miserable in your pathetic little life, so you want to bring mine down. Well, it's not gonna work, because there's a fatal flaw in your plan Q.”
“And what is that?” She snarls back.
“She's never going to love you.” Her jaw clenches as pain registers across her features. Q is aware of this, but she's desperate to be wrong. “You made your choices Q, and it's not too late to fix some of them, but Rachel? That's not one you can change.” Her eyes are hard and cold as we stand in an unrelenting stare off. Then there's a laugh from the kitchen causing a shift as both our gazes turn towards the door.
With a deep sigh, Q turns and leaves without another word. Shifting Javi to my other breast, I contemplate everything that's happened today. Too many deep conversations in one day for my liking. Q didn't need to bring her drama to my home, she could have kept that shit to herself.
“Hey, did Quinn leave?” Rachel walks in with a curious look.
“Yup, pretty sure she did.” She doesn't question it so we go about Javi's nighttime routine with practiced ease as my parents get the pull out sofa ready in the living room.
As the night winds down, I find myself curled up in Rachel's arms in the darkness of our room. I know she's waiting for me to talk, to explain what happened between Q and I.
“She's a bitch.”
“Ok.” Rachel chuckles.
“No seriously.” I prop myself up on my elbow, looking down at eyes that seem to glow in the moonlight. “She wants to be your savior, wants to take you away from all this, like this is some sort of trash heap.”
“You know I don't feel that way, right?”
“I know, but the way she thinks she knows what's best for you, and treats me like I'm scum…”
“It hurts.” She suggests.
“We used to be friends.”
“I don't plan on talking to her again.”
“You don't have to do that.”
“No I do. You are more important to me than Quinn Fabray. I would take any food you make over a four course meal any day. I would definitely take my sexy Latina over anyone else in the world.”
“Well now you're just tryin to get in my pants.” I nuzzle her cheek.
“Is it working?”
“Depends.” I slide my hand along her thigh before hooking her leg over mine.
“On?”
“Did you lock the door?”
“Yes.” She breathes out.
“Can you be quiet?” My nails dig into her round ass.
“Yess.” She hisses into my neck.
“Then yes.” I lick a sensitive spot just below her ear. “And Merry Christmas baby, you're about to get one special present.”