“I don't care if he's a boy, scrapes and bumps and bruises hurt. He sure as hell isn't going to have any broken bones. Judges take kids away from their homes for getting broken bones. I don't want a judge to take him away from us.” Britt smiled at Milo, kissing the side of his head, getting a small hand on her face. Such a little ladies man. “Psh, not almost. I am a second daughter. Your Mom wouldn't constantly call me the way she does if she didn't think of me as a daughter. My Mom is the same way with you, there's nothing you can do wrong. Yet if I do something I hear about it for a week.” Their Moms together were a pair, both their daughters were perfect yet neither one of them ever did anything right. The typical Mother-Daughter-Daughter-In-Law dynamics most families had. “One of the happiest days of my life, other then our wedding day and the day we had our little Duckling.” Milos last name was a mouthful, they'd have to do something about it before grade-school. “You're a Lopez, right little man? You gotta agree with your Abuelo, because he's the one whose going to spoil you rotten.” Britt loved watched them together, they were the two people she loved most on earth, how could she not? “Well you're not allowed to die, so I guess that means me and you are going to love each other forever. We've always been meant to be, and we always will be.” Britt promised before kissing Santana back, smiling into it. Santana's lips felt like home to her. Then again, so long as she was with Santana, she was home. Milos adorable little squeals were the only thing that could pull her away from her thoughts of her perfect wife. Laughing a little, Britt pulled back from their kiss, smiling at the little man who'd stolen their heart. “Of course he wants kisses! He's just like his Mami, he loves kisses, isn't that right buddy?” Milos laugh could stop a war, Britt was firm believer in that.
“Yes, when you're reading me a bedtime story, because that's what we do in bed.” She knew Milo was still to little to understand the concept of sex, but she didn't want to jinx it. The first two months of his life when he'd slept in a bassinet next to their bed had been tough to try to get any sexy times in. Britt was always afraid he'd wake up and just watch them. She didn't want to scar him for life. “No, no swear words for little bear. He'll just tell his Mommies what they said, and we'll go and beat them up for him. You're a lover not a fighter, right little man? Tell Mami that.” Following Santana into the kitchen, leaning down to kiss the top of Milos head once again before leaning up against the counter that separated the kitchen from the general eating area. “Thank youuuu” Britt hummed from the kiss as Santana went to go call their order in. Keeping her eyes on Milo, she made a few silly faces at him, getting some giggles here and there from him, before he became very very interested in what his hand could do. It amazed her how everyday he found something new to go crazy over, something that had been there the day prior yet he hadn't realized. “You're going to hurt your back Sannie” The blonde mumbled with a laugh as she was lifted onto the counter top. “We use to do this all the time while I was pregnant, so you could get extra tummy time. I had forgotten till now” She confessed with a smile as she to wrapped her arms around her wife. “Didn't we have this talk? I told you I was all for it. I think a puppy's a good idea, especially when he starts to crawl. I'd feel safer knowing another set of protective eyes were watching him.”