Baths and Made Up Songs
Santana/Brittany, PG-13, 2.2k
And really, Santana could just watch these two all day.
And really, Santana could just watch these two all day.
"Britt?"
Her head turns, eyes searching around the room but there's no sign of her wife.
"Britt, babe, you here?"
It's a Friday afternoon, and Santana's managed to get off work early after Quinn said something about wanting to take Rachel away for the weekend. Didn't really peak Santana's interest too much but she didn't complain as it meant they could both leave, go home and see their respective other halves which, y'know, is about a million times better than trying to come up with song lyrics; and not to mention Santana's also got a little man at home she's been dying to cuddle since she left at 8am this morning.
So yeah, she's at home now, and she's just walked in the door, thrown her blazer over the back of the couch and is now wandering around. Where the hell is her wife?
"Baby?"
There's no answer, but as she walks further through the apartment, she hears the tell-tale signs of trickling water and splashing and a soft smile curves at her lips. Her hand pushes lightly against the bathroom door when she gets there, and she stops the moment it opens, staring at one of the best things that's even been witnessed.
Brittany giving Elijah a bath.
Her heart expands, fluttering inside of her and she tilts her head to the side slowly, keeping her breathing quiet so she can't be heard as she just watches.
Brittany's kneeling by the side of the bath, leaning over the side of the white porcelain with one hand cupping the back of Elijah's neck and the other swishing a sponge about in the water that barely reaches Elijah's belly button. There aren't any bubbles or soap in the water, and she smiles at the memory of reading over that chapter in the 'So You're Having A Baby' book when Brittany was twenty four weeks pregnant because Brittany was horrified that their baby wouldn't be able to play around with the bubbles seeing as that was her favorite part when she was a kid. If it hadn't been for her and Santana sharing a bath and making the best out of it, it would probably still be her favorite part of baths.
A thought pops into her brain and she fishes into her pants pocket for her phone, flicking on the silent button and wincing when the cell vibrates in her hands. Apparently Brittany's too caught up with humming something beneath her breath and bathing their baby to notice, so Santana just proceeds slowly and quietly, opening the camera app and directing it towards her wife and son, deciding that this is something she needs on film.
"Hey little baby, you've got no bubbles..."
Santana straightens up and sucks in a breath at the sound of her wife's voice, suddenly glad she decided to begin filming this. She knows this is going to be something she's going to watch over and over again in the near future because Brittany's singing to Elijah, picking up the sponge and squeezing all the water over Elijah's body, soothing it slowly straight after. It really is one of the most wonderful sights, especially when Elijah's face scrunches up, his small, chubby little hands waving about to grab at Brittany's hand as she moves her hand away, dipping back to the water surrounding him.
"If your mama was here and there were, we'd both be in trouble..."
A chuckle threatens to escape Santana's mouth but she holds it back, sucking in her lips and keeping a steady hand on her phone.
"But now we've gotta use a cup to wash your hair..."
Brittany drops the sponge, leaving it to float in the shallow water as she shifts, keeping her support beneath Elijah's neck and upper back with her hand, whilst she stretches to the left to grab at the small cup sitting there. She quickly fills it up with the water, wrinkling her nose when her sleeve falls down her forearm and is forced to make the best of the situation and lean down, biting the fabric and dragging it back up above her elbow, making Elijah giggle even though she's not sure a three month old can even understand what that means.
And really, Santana could just watch these two all day.
The cup tips and water sprinkles gently all over Elijah's thick, dark locks, making them flatten against his tanned skin and making Santana realize that he should probably have a hair cut soon. Even if she, or Brittany, most probably will not do that. Cutting Elijah's beautiful hair, as well as putting him within two feet of a pair of scissors is something that doesn't exactly bode well with them. They're a little protective.
"I love you little Eli, I do declare..."
A small yellow rubber duck floats past the water and Santana's hand snaps to her mouth, cupping it to hold back the sighed exhale that threatens to burst from within. Brittany's eyes brighten even further as she spots it, and she places down the cup and reaches for it, wiggling it's beak in front of Elijah's nose until Elijah's face breaks into a smile. Big brown eyes widen as they lock onto it and even though he doesn't have a damn clue what a rubber duck is, his tiny fingers still reach for it, his left hand curling over Brittany's fingers holding it, and the right one warily poking at the object.
Fuck.
Santana could die with the overwhelming cuteness of this, right now.
"Now we gotta get you out of here and get you dry..."
She almost forgot her wife was singing, but her eyes and the phone in her hand twists toward Brittany, zooming in from where Santana's leaning against the doorway, and she just stares again as Brittany slowly lifts Elijah out the bath, hands beneath his little arms and lips moving in to press against his round stomach, blowing a raspberry against his tanned skin. His hands and toes wiggle as she does it, and she begins wrinkling her nose and chuckling too, an airy sigh coming from Elijah's mouth as water drips from him and Brittany turns in her spot, still not sensing Santana's presence as she lowers their son to the largest, fluffiest towel Santana's ever seen, spread out across the floor. He immediately curls into it, snuggling down and Brittany doesn't hesitate in folding each side over his body and tucking it into an available gap until he's toasty and warm.
Santana's weirdly jealous of Elijah right now.
Strong hands pick Elijah up, cradling him into Brittany's body as she climbs to her feet, eyes closing and other hand pressing low on Elijah's back as she begins twirling them, whispering lowly into his ear, continuing the song.
"And this is the end of the song so please don't cry."
This time it's too much. Watching Elijah snuggle into Brittany's shoulder, watching Brittany press her nose into Elijah's ear and that soft smile grace her lips that she always gets whenever she has a moment with Elijah. A moment that's thankful for her life and that tells Santana that she's happier than she ever thought she could be.
Santana knows the feeling.
She's so caught up in her mind and these thoughts that she doesn't even register Brittany's noticed her presence until her wife's stopped twirling around, grinning widely but still swinging her torso lightly from side to side, Elijah propped against her shoulder and her hand cupping his skill, fingers resting against his dark, drying locks of hair.
"How long have you been standing there?" Brittany whispers, and Santana can't see her son's face but she's assuming he's nodding off. He always does after a bath.
She clicks the stop button on her phone and drops her arms to her side, wandering slowly to her family.
"Long enough to know you two are the cutest thing I've ever seen," she responds, brushing the back of her fingers over Brittany's fingertips, then Elijah's hair, her other arm wrapping around Brittany's waist, hand settling on the small of her wife's back.
"You should've joined in."
Brown eyes meet blue. "I didn't want to spoil the moment," she shrugs, leaning in until her face is barely inches apart. "Hello, beautiful."
A blush covers pale cheeks and Brittany ducks her head, pushing her nose into the towel wrapped around their son.
"San..."
They can't kiss as Elijah's in the way, but Santana just scrunches her nose in a way that tells Brittany she wants to. She still doesn't know why Brittany gets all shy when Santana calls her beautiful. She never used to before Elijah but now she guesses Brittany's a little more self-conscious after child birth.
She takes a mental note to make her believe completely different as soon as possible.
"Come on," she whispers, pressing her palm against Brittany's hip as she rocks onto the balls of her feet and peers around her shoulder at Elijah. "He's asleep. Let's put him down."
Brittany nods and they both walk out into the hallway, Santana moving to let her wife past and smiling when Brittany bites her lip and ducks her head. Elijah's room is only one door down and they settle him onto the changing table, Santana quickly taking over to slide on a baby grow onto him before she lowers him into the cot, stroking her knuckles down his soft, soft cheek whilst her other hand winds around Brittany's their fingers tangling together. The blonde leans down after she's done, dropping a reverent kiss to his forehead before lifting and locking the side of the cot up, both of them exiting shortly after.
Brittany tugs on Santana's hand gently as they make their way into the hallway, but she stands strong, shaking her head, grinning and leading her wife backwards when a questioning look is shot her way.
"What are you doing?"
The grin widens. "Eli's had his bath, now we're having ours," Santana responds, pushing open the bathroom door and urging her wife inside, quickly flipping the taps on to fill the bath.
Blue eyes flicker around to brown, but there's no intense arousal flashing behind them. No animalistic need and she's cool with that. She just wants to spend time with Brittany and that's what she's going to do.
Soon enough hands are reaching for clothes, slowly removing them and dropping them to the floor, eye contact staying in tact the entire time and Santana's eyes drop down the moment the last piece of clothing is lowered down long, milky thighs. Her mouth runs dry and once she's taken in every inch of bare skin offered—twice—she glances up to find a smirk playing upon pale lips, but Brittany's arms are slowly crossing over her body, stomach especially and Santana hates that.
Childbirth changes some women, but it's had absolutely zero effect on Brittany. She's still as gorgeous as she was before, if not more. Her curves are a little more pronounce, and her breasts bigger too, but Santana really sees no different. Even if she the birth of their son had taken effect on her wife, Santana would still think Brittany was the most beautiful being to ever have existed in the history of the world.
Santana squeezes a pale hand before shimmying out of her boxers and flicking off the taps. She climbs in first, keeping her eyes locked with Brittany's the entire time and then pulls her into it too, gently lowering her until Brittany's between her legs, shuffled and pressed as close together as possible. Her hands dip beneath the water, slipping across tight abs until her palms can rest gently on top of the twitching muscles and fingers slide through her own moments later as her lips press into blonde hair.
Brittany sighs and leans into her, twisting her head until her lips are hovering dangerously close to Santana's jaw. Santana glances down, almost going cross eyed and giggling when her wife sees it.
When blue eyes stay locked on her face, curiosity peaks and she says, "What's up?"
"Nothing," Brittany shrugs and kisses the underside of her chin. "I just love you."
Santana sighs as her body sizzles, a memory rushing through her. A grin comes to her face, and she ducks her head, eyes focused on their entangled legs beneath the water and bubbles when the blonde turns to face the front again, resting the back of her head against a tanned shoulder.
"Hey little wifey, we've got lots of bubbles..."
Brittany giggles at the sound of her wife singing and slaps her in the arm playfully, but Santana just nuzzles down into her shoulder and says, "I just love you, too," before they delve into a comfortable silence.
Her head turns, eyes searching around the room but there's no sign of her wife.
"Britt, babe, you here?"
It's a Friday afternoon, and Santana's managed to get off work early after Quinn said something about wanting to take Rachel away for the weekend. Didn't really peak Santana's interest too much but she didn't complain as it meant they could both leave, go home and see their respective other halves which, y'know, is about a million times better than trying to come up with song lyrics; and not to mention Santana's also got a little man at home she's been dying to cuddle since she left at 8am this morning.
So yeah, she's at home now, and she's just walked in the door, thrown her blazer over the back of the couch and is now wandering around. Where the hell is her wife?
"Baby?"
There's no answer, but as she walks further through the apartment, she hears the tell-tale signs of trickling water and splashing and a soft smile curves at her lips. Her hand pushes lightly against the bathroom door when she gets there, and she stops the moment it opens, staring at one of the best things that's even been witnessed.
Brittany giving Elijah a bath.
Her heart expands, fluttering inside of her and she tilts her head to the side slowly, keeping her breathing quiet so she can't be heard as she just watches.
Brittany's kneeling by the side of the bath, leaning over the side of the white porcelain with one hand cupping the back of Elijah's neck and the other swishing a sponge about in the water that barely reaches Elijah's belly button. There aren't any bubbles or soap in the water, and she smiles at the memory of reading over that chapter in the 'So You're Having A Baby' book when Brittany was twenty four weeks pregnant because Brittany was horrified that their baby wouldn't be able to play around with the bubbles seeing as that was her favorite part when she was a kid. If it hadn't been for her and Santana sharing a bath and making the best out of it, it would probably still be her favorite part of baths.
A thought pops into her brain and she fishes into her pants pocket for her phone, flicking on the silent button and wincing when the cell vibrates in her hands. Apparently Brittany's too caught up with humming something beneath her breath and bathing their baby to notice, so Santana just proceeds slowly and quietly, opening the camera app and directing it towards her wife and son, deciding that this is something she needs on film.
"Hey little baby, you've got no bubbles..."
Santana straightens up and sucks in a breath at the sound of her wife's voice, suddenly glad she decided to begin filming this. She knows this is going to be something she's going to watch over and over again in the near future because Brittany's singing to Elijah, picking up the sponge and squeezing all the water over Elijah's body, soothing it slowly straight after. It really is one of the most wonderful sights, especially when Elijah's face scrunches up, his small, chubby little hands waving about to grab at Brittany's hand as she moves her hand away, dipping back to the water surrounding him.
"If your mama was here and there were, we'd both be in trouble..."
A chuckle threatens to escape Santana's mouth but she holds it back, sucking in her lips and keeping a steady hand on her phone.
"But now we've gotta use a cup to wash your hair..."
Brittany drops the sponge, leaving it to float in the shallow water as she shifts, keeping her support beneath Elijah's neck and upper back with her hand, whilst she stretches to the left to grab at the small cup sitting there. She quickly fills it up with the water, wrinkling her nose when her sleeve falls down her forearm and is forced to make the best of the situation and lean down, biting the fabric and dragging it back up above her elbow, making Elijah giggle even though she's not sure a three month old can even understand what that means.
And really, Santana could just watch these two all day.
The cup tips and water sprinkles gently all over Elijah's thick, dark locks, making them flatten against his tanned skin and making Santana realize that he should probably have a hair cut soon. Even if she, or Brittany, most probably will not do that. Cutting Elijah's beautiful hair, as well as putting him within two feet of a pair of scissors is something that doesn't exactly bode well with them. They're a little protective.
"I love you little Eli, I do declare..."
A small yellow rubber duck floats past the water and Santana's hand snaps to her mouth, cupping it to hold back the sighed exhale that threatens to burst from within. Brittany's eyes brighten even further as she spots it, and she places down the cup and reaches for it, wiggling it's beak in front of Elijah's nose until Elijah's face breaks into a smile. Big brown eyes widen as they lock onto it and even though he doesn't have a damn clue what a rubber duck is, his tiny fingers still reach for it, his left hand curling over Brittany's fingers holding it, and the right one warily poking at the object.
Fuck.
Santana could die with the overwhelming cuteness of this, right now.
"Now we gotta get you out of here and get you dry..."
She almost forgot her wife was singing, but her eyes and the phone in her hand twists toward Brittany, zooming in from where Santana's leaning against the doorway, and she just stares again as Brittany slowly lifts Elijah out the bath, hands beneath his little arms and lips moving in to press against his round stomach, blowing a raspberry against his tanned skin. His hands and toes wiggle as she does it, and she begins wrinkling her nose and chuckling too, an airy sigh coming from Elijah's mouth as water drips from him and Brittany turns in her spot, still not sensing Santana's presence as she lowers their son to the largest, fluffiest towel Santana's ever seen, spread out across the floor. He immediately curls into it, snuggling down and Brittany doesn't hesitate in folding each side over his body and tucking it into an available gap until he's toasty and warm.
Santana's weirdly jealous of Elijah right now.
Strong hands pick Elijah up, cradling him into Brittany's body as she climbs to her feet, eyes closing and other hand pressing low on Elijah's back as she begins twirling them, whispering lowly into his ear, continuing the song.
"And this is the end of the song so please don't cry."
This time it's too much. Watching Elijah snuggle into Brittany's shoulder, watching Brittany press her nose into Elijah's ear and that soft smile grace her lips that she always gets whenever she has a moment with Elijah. A moment that's thankful for her life and that tells Santana that she's happier than she ever thought she could be.
Santana knows the feeling.
She's so caught up in her mind and these thoughts that she doesn't even register Brittany's noticed her presence until her wife's stopped twirling around, grinning widely but still swinging her torso lightly from side to side, Elijah propped against her shoulder and her hand cupping his skill, fingers resting against his dark, drying locks of hair.
"How long have you been standing there?" Brittany whispers, and Santana can't see her son's face but she's assuming he's nodding off. He always does after a bath.
She clicks the stop button on her phone and drops her arms to her side, wandering slowly to her family.
"Long enough to know you two are the cutest thing I've ever seen," she responds, brushing the back of her fingers over Brittany's fingertips, then Elijah's hair, her other arm wrapping around Brittany's waist, hand settling on the small of her wife's back.
"You should've joined in."
Brown eyes meet blue. "I didn't want to spoil the moment," she shrugs, leaning in until her face is barely inches apart. "Hello, beautiful."
A blush covers pale cheeks and Brittany ducks her head, pushing her nose into the towel wrapped around their son.
"San..."
They can't kiss as Elijah's in the way, but Santana just scrunches her nose in a way that tells Brittany she wants to. She still doesn't know why Brittany gets all shy when Santana calls her beautiful. She never used to before Elijah but now she guesses Brittany's a little more self-conscious after child birth.
She takes a mental note to make her believe completely different as soon as possible.
"Come on," she whispers, pressing her palm against Brittany's hip as she rocks onto the balls of her feet and peers around her shoulder at Elijah. "He's asleep. Let's put him down."
Brittany nods and they both walk out into the hallway, Santana moving to let her wife past and smiling when Brittany bites her lip and ducks her head. Elijah's room is only one door down and they settle him onto the changing table, Santana quickly taking over to slide on a baby grow onto him before she lowers him into the cot, stroking her knuckles down his soft, soft cheek whilst her other hand winds around Brittany's their fingers tangling together. The blonde leans down after she's done, dropping a reverent kiss to his forehead before lifting and locking the side of the cot up, both of them exiting shortly after.
Brittany tugs on Santana's hand gently as they make their way into the hallway, but she stands strong, shaking her head, grinning and leading her wife backwards when a questioning look is shot her way.
"What are you doing?"
The grin widens. "Eli's had his bath, now we're having ours," Santana responds, pushing open the bathroom door and urging her wife inside, quickly flipping the taps on to fill the bath.
Blue eyes flicker around to brown, but there's no intense arousal flashing behind them. No animalistic need and she's cool with that. She just wants to spend time with Brittany and that's what she's going to do.
Soon enough hands are reaching for clothes, slowly removing them and dropping them to the floor, eye contact staying in tact the entire time and Santana's eyes drop down the moment the last piece of clothing is lowered down long, milky thighs. Her mouth runs dry and once she's taken in every inch of bare skin offered—twice—she glances up to find a smirk playing upon pale lips, but Brittany's arms are slowly crossing over her body, stomach especially and Santana hates that.
Childbirth changes some women, but it's had absolutely zero effect on Brittany. She's still as gorgeous as she was before, if not more. Her curves are a little more pronounce, and her breasts bigger too, but Santana really sees no different. Even if she the birth of their son had taken effect on her wife, Santana would still think Brittany was the most beautiful being to ever have existed in the history of the world.
Santana squeezes a pale hand before shimmying out of her boxers and flicking off the taps. She climbs in first, keeping her eyes locked with Brittany's the entire time and then pulls her into it too, gently lowering her until Brittany's between her legs, shuffled and pressed as close together as possible. Her hands dip beneath the water, slipping across tight abs until her palms can rest gently on top of the twitching muscles and fingers slide through her own moments later as her lips press into blonde hair.
Brittany sighs and leans into her, twisting her head until her lips are hovering dangerously close to Santana's jaw. Santana glances down, almost going cross eyed and giggling when her wife sees it.
When blue eyes stay locked on her face, curiosity peaks and she says, "What's up?"
"Nothing," Brittany shrugs and kisses the underside of her chin. "I just love you."
Santana sighs as her body sizzles, a memory rushing through her. A grin comes to her face, and she ducks her head, eyes focused on their entangled legs beneath the water and bubbles when the blonde turns to face the front again, resting the back of her head against a tanned shoulder.
"Hey little wifey, we've got lots of bubbles..."
Brittany giggles at the sound of her wife singing and slaps her in the arm playfully, but Santana just nuzzles down into her shoulder and says, "I just love you, too," before they delve into a comfortable silence.