"Jake get off of that," Brittany yelled as she ran over to where Jake was jumping up and down on a bed in the furniture store. Santana had finally convinced her to get a twin mattress for Lily's bedroom. The conversation had been long and brutal, but in the end she got her way so she was satisfied. They were in the middle of paying when the clerk pointed towards their son.

Jake only smiled and jumped to the next row of mattresses so his mothers couldn't catch him. He knew he wasn't allowed to jump on his bed at home, but they never said anything about store beds so he figured it wouldn't get him in trouble.

Santana turned from the register counter, narrowing her eyes at Jake's misbehavior. She knew her mom jinxed her when she said one day she would have a child just like herself. She lifted Lily from her stroller and raced over to Brittany. After handing off their daughter, she kneeled on the mattress Jake was jumping on and grabbed him mid—jump. "What did mommy say," she yelled, startling him. Whenever Santana yelled, the impact was much greater on the children then when Brittany would scold them because of the loud stern voice she used. Even the store clerk winced.

Jake's lips immediately began to quiver when she set him down next to Brittany. Sighing, she gave a look to Brittany that said 'take care of this,' before going back to the register. She smiled apologetically to the store clerk and continued to fill out the paperwork. He smiled back, not wanting to get on her bad side.

Meanwhile, Jake shuffled closer to Brittany as they walked back towards the counter. Brittany placed Lily back in her stroller and handed her a Sippy cup full of apple juice. Once Lily was settled, she lifted Jake into her arms, wincing a little at the weight difference.

"You know better than that don't you," she asked quietly, not wanting to embarrass him further. She remembered when she was a child and her parents would yell at her in front of people. It was the worst feeling in the world because she couldn't control the things she was doing. She was always a hyperactive kid and was never diagnosed for ADD or ADHD because her parents refused to believe something was chemically wrong with their daughter. So they felt screaming at her and punishing her would make it stop. Little did they know…

Because Jake was part of her gene pool, she often worried that he would turn out like her. The only time she was truly focused was when she baked, or when she and Santana would spend some quality nighttime time together. Other than that, she was like a live wire. She didn't like when Santana yelled at them, especially Jake because she knew how hard it was for him to control his impulses, but she knew one of them had to, to keep things in order.

"You never said about store beds," Jake defended in a quiet voice that told Santana he knew what he did was wrong but was trying to get out of it. Brittany actually understood what he meant and could relate.

Santana scoffed from her position. She glared at Jake in her typical Santana fashion before handing her credit card over to the man behind the counter.

Jake buried his head into the crook of Brittany's neck to avoid his other mother's disappointment. He closed his eyes hoping sleep would overcome him so his parents forgot about what he had done. He squeezed his arms tighter around her neck as she rocked them back and forth in a comforting matter.

"Okay just sign here and we can set up a delivery date," the man said as he handed Santana the credit card receipt.

Santana signed the paper before turning to Brittany. "Is Friday good Britt?" she asked. It was decided that Brittany would take care of the kids on Fridays so Santana could catch up with her work emails. It still wasn't the same as going into work every day, but she would take what she could get.

Brittany nodded and took a seat on one of the mattresses. Jake was killing her with how tightly he was holding her and his weight. He was almost six years old and would be starting kindergarten in the fall, but she knew she had to take advantage of when he wanted to be held because pretty soon he wouldn't.

"Jake, sit up baby," Brittany said.

He shook his head no into her neck.

Brittany sighed before smiling in Lily's direction. The toddler was just about finished with her juice and sat patiently while swinging her legs up and down for entertainment.

When Santana was finished, she placed the order form in her purse and turned to her family. "Okay we're all set. Let's grab something to eat," she said. She grabbed the handles of the stroller and led her family to the door.

Brittany hoisted Jake into her arms and followed her wife to the car. When they reached Santana's Range Rover, both parents placed their children in their respectful car seats. Santana folded up the stroller and placed it in the truck before climbing in the driver's seat. She watched Brittany stretch outside the car with a smile, knowing their son must have taken a toll on her back and neck. When Brittany entered the car, she sent her a soft smile.

"Where do you wanna eat Britt?" she asked.

Brittany rolled her neck in a circle as she contemplated what she was in the mood for. She knew they were limited on places because both Lily and Jake had short attention spans. They needed a kid friendly place.

Santana waited patiently for her answer, tapping her manicured fingers against the steering wheel in a drum like way. She eyed her children in the backseat through the rear view mirror, watching as they poked and slapped one another with antagonizing eyes. She whipped her head around and pointing her finger at both of them. "Knock it off," she yelled. The more time she spent with them, the more frustrated she got. The past months of being a stay at home mom were quickly taking a toll on her. She loved her children, but she wanted to do more than clean up messes and cook. She wanted to go back to work full-time and be the great lawyer she knew she was, to have more of a purpose. She felt like she couldn't tell her wife though. Brittany had finally gotten back on track and she didn't want to screw that up.

Brittany saw that Santana was wearing thin. The kids had been acting out all morning. If it wasn't one of them, it was both and she knew Santana was minutes away from exploding. She gently grabbed Santana's hand in her own and rubbed it. "Let's just go home San. I'll cook and they can play in the backyard," she said softly.

Santana met her wife's eyes with a deep sigh. Nodding, she squeezed Brittany's hand before putting the car in reverse. To keep the kids quiet, Brittany put the kids' jamboree CD on and both she and Santana held their heads with pain as they listen to whiny children singing the latest pop songs for what seemed like the millionth time.

Santana rested her head in her hands as she reread the email in front of her. Quinn and her boys were over to swim in the backyard which was located right behind her office. When they had the house built, she never thought having the office in the back of the house would be a distraction, but it has proven her wrong on more than one occasion. She looked from her email to the window behind her. Smiling, she laughed at Quinn's boys and Jake splashing in the shallow end of the pool. Quinn held Lily's hands, pulling her gently around the pool with a smile, and Brittany sat at the steps with only her feet in. Sighing, she turned back to her work.

"This sucks," she whispered, wanting nothing more to be outside with her friend and family. She glanced back out, just in time to see Brittany shed her cover-up, showing off her tone legs and dancer physique. Although she was in what would be considered a 'motherly' bathing suit, Santana still drooled at the sight and wanted nothing more than to rip it off of her.

"Focus Santana, Focus," she told herself, shaking her head of the fantasy coming about in her mind. But before she could even get back to the email, a new distraction came about; the doorbell.

"Jesus," she yelled as she pushed back from her desk chair. Sighing, she headed down the hallway to the front door. "Yes?" she asked as she swung it open.

"Delivery," a man of Hispanic decent said cheerfully, pointing behind him towards the mattress truck.

Santana tilted her head back with a sigh. "Right, um hold on, let me get my wife," she said and gently closed the door.

She rushed to the sliding glass door in the kitchen and stuck her head out. "Britt, the mattress is here," she called out quickly before going back in her office.

Brittany turned her head from the float she was lounging on. "What did she say?" she asked Quinn who looked equally confused. Brittany shrugged her shoulders and leaned back further into the float. If it were important, Santana would come out again.

Meanwhile Santana had just begun to respond to the email she had read a thousand times only to be interrupted once again by the doorbell. "You've got to be kidding me," she whispered loudly. Getting up once again, she went to the front door.

"Miss it's kind of hot out here," the man said trying to be as polite as possible.

Santana opened the door wider. "Sorry come in. My wife was supposed to handle this. Um, do I need to sign something or do you just bring it in?" she asked, trying to rush the man along so she could back to work.

The man handed her a piece of paper to sign. "Just sign here and show me where to put it," he said with a happiness that most people wouldn't be able to possess. He wiped the sweat from his brow and took the paper back. "Alrighty, let me go and get it," he said, smiling at her before walking back to the truck.

Santana decided to try Brittany once again. She quickly ran to the back door and peaked out. She frowned at the sight of her wife floating in the pool like Paris Hilton. "Britt I said the mattress guy is here," she yelled out in a whinny but also annoyed tone.

Brittany lifted her sunglasses from her face. "I didn't hear what you said," she explained before adding, "Did you let them in?" she asked, not understanding what the big commotion was.

Santana's eyebrows rose. "Yes I let him in. I'm trying to do my goddamn work Brittany. You were supposed to take care of this," she yelled, not noticing that everyone was watching them argue back and forth.

Brittany sighed as if getting out of the pool were a hassle and swung her feet around so they hung off the float. She kicked her legs to bring her to the edge of the pool.

Santana didn't appreciate the attitude and held her hand up. "No princess, you relax. I'll handle it," she yelled before slamming the door closed.

Brittany stared after her with a hurt expression.

Quinn, being the good friend she was, decided to break the tension. "Come on boys, let's have a race," she said with a fake excited tone to distract the kids. "Me and Lily against you three," she said.

Brittany placed her sunglasses back on her face and leaned back. If Santana wanted to be a bitch, she could be too. She ignored the look Quinn shot in her direction and spent the remainder of the afternoon replaying Santana and her confrontation over and over in her head.

Brittany had only been at work for forty-five minutes before all hell broke loose. The main oven had been having some trouble for quite some time now, and this was the morning that it finally died. The three friends tried to sell what was already made, but they kept getting requests for things they didn't have. Brittany had two cakes that were supposed to be delivered by six o'clock pm for a retirement party, and she had no clue how she was going to get it done. Her oven at home didn't fit the amount the one at work did and she needed numerous amounts of layers.

"This is ridiculous. I told you guys were should just buy a new one. What are we going to do?" Rachel yelled while running around as if the world was ending.

Brittany held her hands on her hips, just watching the commotion in front of her. This was the last thing she needed. She promised Santana that she would try and work less in the summer so she could get more things done and here she was without the main source she needed to finish her work.

Quinn rolled her eyes from the phone. She was on hold with the company, trying to see how quick they could get a replacement. "Rachel shush, it's gonna be fine. We're just gonna have to use our own ovens for right now," she said calmly.

Brittany narrowed her eyes. "Well I've got to get home now if I even have a chance at finishing these cakes. Quinn call me the second you hear anything," Brittany said while going around the kitchen collecting ingredients and tools she would need.

Both girls nodded and Brittany packed her car up with supplies and headed home.

"Lily what did you do?" Santana yelled, walking in family room to find marker scribbled all over the wall. "Jake I told you no markers for her," she screamed, grabbing the non-toxic weapon from the little girl.

Jake looked up from his drawing, not having a clue what his mother was talking about. "I didn't," he said innocently, holding up his crayon to prove his point.

Santana looked to both children, having it up to her head with frustration. "Take your sister in the play room Jake while I clean this up," she said, dismissing them with a wave of the hand. She looked at the wall and took a deep sigh. "We're gonna have to repaint," she said, shaking her head at the sight.

Before she could distress more, Brittany rushed into the house carrying pans and utensils. She sped by Santana, not even noticing the wall and placed the stuff on the clean kitchen counter. Santana narrowed her eyes, before following Brittany into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" she asked, still upset about their previous encounter with the mattress.

Brittany barely looked up from what she was doing. "The oven finally broke to where we can't fix it and I have two specialty cakes to make for tonight. I have to do them here, I'm sorry," she said quickly.

Santana felt the heat rushing to her cheeks. "I just spent the entire morning cleaning the kitchen Britt. You're not exactly the tidiest baker and we don't have a staff to clean up after you," she said, trying not to sound bitter but couldn't help it.

Brittany looked up from measuring the flour. "I'll clean it up San," she said, gesturing with her eyes for Santana to leave. She didn't like when people hovered over her while she was baking.

Santana sighed loudly.

"What?" Brittany asked incredulously. She couldn't believe how much they were getting on each other's nerves lately.

"This house is a fucking pig pen, that's what. There's marker on the walls, piss stained sheets, toys in every corner. Why bother cleaning? It just ends up the same anyway," she yelled, shaking her head in disgust.

Brittany stared at Santana with worried eyes. She had been so irritated lately by every little thing. She didn't know what was going on, but it was starting to affect their marriage. They barely said anything nice to one another lately and the only time they talked was to complain about something or other. Sighing, she placed her measuring cup on the counter and walked to Santana.

"Why are you so angry all the time San?" she asked, gently cupping her wife's cheek.

Santana turned away from the loving gesture. "I'm not. Listen, my boss called this morning and asked if I would be able to come back any time soon. Things are shot to hell there and they need me. I told him I would have to discuss it with you, but I can't really say no. I mean that's our main income and he's given me enough time off," she said in what seemed like one long sentence.

Brittany ignored the dig about who made more money and stepped away from Santana to process what was said. She knew working full time was helping with her depression. She was so busy all of the time that she barely had a moment to think about anything to depress her. Sighing, she looked at the clock on the stove.

"I mean what do you want me to say San, I don't really have a choice in the matter do I?" she asked and walked back around the counter to finish measuring ingredients for her cakes.

Santana stared after her, clenching her bottom lip with her teeth. "I didn't say that," she said softly.

"You didn't have to. I know you make the money for our family. My business is just a hobby to keep me from having a meltdown right," she asked bitterly, not caring if what she was false.

Santana narrowed her eyes. "I didn't say that Brittany," she yelled, "Stop putting words in mouth," she argued.

Brittany sighed, wiping the bangs from her face with her arm. She looked towards Santana and met her stare. Both stood in silence waiting for the other one to speak. Finally Santana shook her head in aggravation. "Never mind," she said dismissively, before walking out.

Brittany tried to remain calm and tear free as she started her work. She was tired of them arguing, but didn't know what to do anymore.

"The guy said the soonest he can get one installed is Monday," Quinn said later that day. She had been on the phone all morning with the company trying to get somewhere.

Brittany sighed. She had just finished icing the cakes and was about to start the designs. It was nearing three o'clock and she was rushing around trying to get everything done. She hadn't seen Santana since their fight, but she had heard her and the kids leave the house around one.

"I guess that'll have to do. Listen Quinn I know this probably isn't a good time to bring this up, but Santana's gonna need to go back to work soon full time. Do you think we can maybe hire someone to take my place for a bit? I mean I could put Lily in Daycare, but I really don't want to," she said, knowing Santana felt the same way.

"I guess Britt. You can't just do the specialty cakes from home though? It's gonna cost us to hire a decorator," Quinn said, not wanting lose any more money than they already have.

"I don't know Quinn. The house is a disaster right now just from doing these two cakes. I don't think that's a good idea," she said, not wanting to upset Quinn, but she already knew what the outcome would be if she worked from home again. Sighing, she held her head.

"Britt I realize you and San want to bring up the kids on your own. But you knew what this business entailed when we bought it. I mean I had my boys in daycare when they were young and they had a great experience. We really can't afford to hire on someone to replace you B," she said both professionally and friendly.

Brittany shook her head. "I don't want Lily in daycare Quinn. I don't know. Let me talk to San and figure some stuff out. Can Puck bring the truck by later to pick these cakes up?" she asked.

"Yeah I'll send him," she said, knowing not to push Brittany on the daycare subject.

"Alright I'll talk to you later," Brittany said.

"Alright bye," Quinn answered.

Brittany stood at the counter baffled. What were they going to do?

When Santana walked into the house that night, she didn't expect the wall to be fixed or the kitchen cleaned. She ushered Jake up the stairs to get his pajamas on and laid a sleeping Lily on the family room couch before going into the kitchen.

"How did you fix the wall?" she asked, not knowing where to begin with her wife who was sitting at the kitchen island with her head in her hands.

Brittany looked up from her position. She had been thinking for hours upon hours on how they could work out their jobs. "Paint," she said just above a whisper. "There was some extra in the garage," she continued solemnly.

Santana smiled. "Look Britt, I'm sorry I flipped out on you before, it wasn't right," she said while walking behind her. She gently leaned into Brittany's backside, leaning her head over Brittany's shoulder to meet her eyes.

Brittany looked up at Santana with confusion. Yes, she didn't want them to be angry with one another, but no she wasn't going to accept Santana's apology. She had put her through hell the last week and a simple sorry wasn't going to change how she felt.

Santana noticed Brittany's hesitation and pushed herself back. She took a seat on the stool next to her wife and turned her body to face Brittany.

"I know sorry doesn't make everything alright Britt. I just don't even know where to begin," she said softly, gently lifting Brittany's hand to hold in her own.

Brittany sighed deeply. "What are we going to do? I tried to get Quinn to hire someone to replace me but she basically called me selfish and told me to put Lily in daycare. I don't want to. I don't want some stranger raising our kid," she rambled, but Santana held her free hand up to stop her.

"Britt we don't have to put Lily in daycare if you don't want to," she said, hoping to ease her discomfort.

Brittany shook her head. "Well then how are we going to make it work? You are miserable working from home and I can't possibly work from home because it is complete chaos," she said.

Santana lifted her hand to cup Brittany's cheek. "My mom," she whispered excitedly.

Brittany narrowed her eyes. "What?" she asked confused.

Santana chuckled. "I just came from my mom and dad's. I kind of vented to her about our argument," she started, receiving a not so pleased look from Brittany. She smiled apologetically. "Anyway, she offered to watch Lily and take Jake to school Monday through Friday for us. She'll come by early in the mornings and make sure they're fed and dressed, and drop Jake off. Then she said she'll either take Lily back to her house or she'll hang here until she needs to get Jake," she said with a proud smile, as if she solved the world's biggest problem.

Brittany's face dropped. "What?" seemed to be the only response she had.

Santana didn't understand the shocked look on Brittany's face. "Britt this is a perfect plan. The kids will be with family and both you and I can still have our careers," she said.

Brittany shook her head. "I don't want your mom to have to raise our kids San. One of us should be with them," she argued.

Santana sighed. "She's not raising our kids Brittany. She's babysitting," she said with little patience left in her voice.

"Whatever Santana. Looks like you got it all figured out," she said while rising from her seat. She was about to walk out when Santana's voice stopped her.

"What the hell Britt. What is your problem?" she yelled.

Brittany shook her head from the doorway, not even bothering to turn towards her wife. "Nothing," she mumbled before continuing her way out.

Santana sat there speechless.

"Why is mommy mad?" Jake asked Santana the next morning.

She and Brittany hadn't said one word to one another and Brittany had spent the night in Lily's room cramped on her new bed. Santana had wanted to go in and tell her to just come to bed, but she didn't want to wake Lily.

"Mommy's fine sweetheart," Santana answered with a pat to his head as she buzzed around the kitchen preparing breakfast. She had been in the middle of making pancakes for Jake when her boss called and asked if she could come in. She told him to give her an hour and she immediately called her mom to come over because she knew Brittany had to go into the bakery. She was trying to finish up so her mom didn't have to worry about breakfast.

"No she's not," he grumbled back to himself as he traced the outline of the placemat in front of him.

Santana ignored the comment and continued to pour batter onto the frying pan. She kept glancing at the clock, wondering when Brittany would bring Lily down. She knew the toddler had to have been up because Lily rarely slept in.

"Are they ready yet?" Jake whined, bouncing his leg up and down on the ledge of the chair he was sitting on.

Before Santana could answer, the doorbell rang.

Jake jumped up from his seat. "Grandma," he yelled excitedly, running towards the door.

Santana held up the spatula. "Look through the glass before you open the door Jake," she yelled, not being able to monitor him.

Santana's eyes nearly bugged from their sockets when she caught Brittany entering from the stairway. Her hair looked like a bird's nest and her eyes were swollen and red. She didn't even glance Santana's way as she placed Lily in her booster seat at the table.

"Good morning family," Mrs. Lopez said cheerfully as she entered the kitchen holding Jake.

Brittany's eyes widened, not expecting her mother-in-law to be in her kitchen so early in the morning. She briefly met Santana's eyes, sending her a what the heck look.

"I got called in this morning and I know you have to go in so I called my mom for sort of a trial run you know," she said, trying to remain positive. She knew she through Brittany for a loop, but she felt if she forced her into the situation, it might help. That was Brittany's problem, she over thought.

Brittany looked to her smiling mother-in-law, returning the gesture as politely as she could. She was not ready for this. Sure, she trusted Santana's parents, but she didn't want to burden them. Sighing, she nodded. "I better go get ready," she said softly. She kissed Lily's forehead before heading to the stairs.

Santana quickly plated the pancakes and set them on the kitchen table. "Eat mom. I'm gonna talk to Britt real quick," she said, ushering her mother towards the table.

Brittany splashed cold water on her face, hoping the coolness would soothe her aching eyelids. She had been up all night being kicked and slapped in the face by Lily. The bed truly was made for one. And to top that, her mind was racing all night to be able to shut down. Reaching for a towel, she patted her face gently.

"Britt," Santana interrupted gently.

Brittany jumped, pulling the towel from her face. She saw Santana in the mirror looking like a dog with its tail between its legs. If she weren't so exhausted she might have laughed.

"Baby look I know I dropped the mom thing on you without discussing it and that was wrong. But I think this will be good for us right now. It's not permanent baby. Just till we can figure something better out," she said while slowly approaching her opened arms.

Brittany fell into her embrace, too exhausted to keep the fight going any longer. She buried her head in the nook of Santana's neck and sighed softly as they rocked back and forth. "Lily's bed sucks," she mumbled irritably, smiling at the chuckle from her wife.

"Well our bed sucks without you in it," she whispered back while kissing the side of Brittany's head. She pulled Brittany back a bit to meet her eyes. Both looked intensely at one another and eventually their lips met in a slow soft kiss.

"We can give your mom a try," Brittany said after a pause before burying her head back into Santana. She just wanted to be held as long as she could.

Santana gripped onto Brittany, softly running her hands up and down her back. "Thank you Britt," she whispered.