Part of You, part of Me.

Chapter 1

"Do you think he'll always be like this?"

"Well, he is going to grow up eventually. I wish he could always stay a baby, though because..."

She snorted at the answer and kept watching as both pair of blue eyes were entranced by the dangling toys on the playmat.

"Everything is a wonder to him and he gets easily distracted with the colours of his toys and the movements I make them do. But- now that I think about it, it will be amazing when we finally understand what's all that babbling and gurgling about. I keep guessing his first word or how tall he's going to be or when his first kiss is going to be,"

The rambling made her heart warmer with the soundtrack of said adorable babbling around a binky.

"I meant that if you think he's always going to be this well-behaved, like out of a baby book," She smiled even wider when she heard a faint squeal and saw little legs tried to pump harder at a well-placed tickle on a onesie covered tummy.

"He's a good boy all right. But what do you mean like out of a baby book?"

"Even as an infant he never fussed that much, he kept to his sleeping and feeding schedule like clockwork and now he sleeps almost nine hours, from 10 to 7-ish. He rarely cries. He enjoys his bath time and naps at the perfect hours throughout the day."

"I think it's because he is such a happy baby and we are the ones that fuss all over him. We just pay attention,"

She nodded through a smile "Yeah, he is and we do pay attention, like, a lot. But still, is as if he memorized the manual,"

"I'm pretty sure he can't read yet but you are right. He's a little cherub. But why are you worried?" A little frown invaded fair features.

"No, I'm not worried about that," She shook her head to make her point "If anything, I'm amazed by it. I just didn't think it would be like this, that's all; everyone always complains about babies and suffers lack of sleep but not us. Not with him."

"Maybe because he's ours? He's a part of you and a part of me, and may I say that he's got the best from us."

The proud and satisfied tone didn't go unnoticed and Santana grinned at her even though she couldn't see her face.

"Britt, is like seeing a miniature you," She playfully rolled her eyes, sinking more comfortable on the couch. "All that blonde hair, his cat-like blue eyes, he loves to sleep… Is like I didn't have anything to do with him."

Brittany met her eyes with a pleased smile and a little wiggle of her eyebrows before quickly returning to playing with the more than content baby.

"See? You could never escape me even if you wanted to," The smile was reflecting on the words "But you're wrong. He's both of us," Santana looked pointedly at her when Brittany turned to face her again "Ok, ok, physically he looks a lot more like me, but he has a lot of hair, like, a lot; and those dimples and I know his nose is still tiny anyways but it is your nose not to mention the shape of his ears,"

"Keep going."

"And all that stuff you just said about him being out of a baby book? That's all you because if my parents never lied to me, I was exactly the opposite, well, minus the sleeping too much thing."

Santana chuckled loudly and finally drew the attention of their baby boy, who squealed when he saw her.

Brittany softly grabbed a chubby fist and helped her son to blow a kiss "Come on Dominic, send your love to mami so she doesn't think we're ganging up on her." Brittany playfully made the kissing sound much to Santana's delight.

"You are adorable, both of you," She mused dreamily as she made her way to the baby boy, sitting next to Brittany and started treading her fingers through his silky blonde hair.

Brittany grinned and kissed her on the cheek "Of course we are. And I mean it when I say this. We're both his parents and we love him tons but you are the one that has made him this amazing, out of a book or not. When I see him, I see you, really."

She just stared at her for a minute as Brittany finished talking and resumed her play date with Dominic.

"He truly is one of the best things that have ever happened to me and I have you to thank you for. You know it, right?" Santana spoke sincerely albeit shyly.

"I know," She nodded almost solemnly "And I also know that this little fella has your short fuse. Watch this…" Brittany said as she gently took his favourite toy away, seemingly distracting him with the other toys above.

They both contained a laugh when her son gave Brittany the slightest frown, looked at her intently and started to pass through different shades of red.

Before further consequences, she placed it on again and just as fast, he happily continued babbling through the pacifier in his mouth, trying to reach said item.

"Oh my God!" Santana chuckled.

"Told ya! He just gave me the what the f look and it's a fact that I'm the patient, unfrazzled one. So honey, that's all you."

Santana watched their son in awe and cooed "Oh my baby boy, I hope you just have a little bit of my temper. Just a tiny little, you hear."

Brittany laughed out loud and suddenly remembered something "Hey, you said you weren't worried about that. Then, what are you worried about?"

She asked tilting her head and Santana bit her lip for a second before responding "I'm not worried per se, I'm just a little anxious about his future questions. If you know what I mean,"

"No, I don't." Brittany scratched her head puzzled.

"You know that his- our situation was- is not what it should and we wouldn't lie to him,"

Brittany exhaled loudly while looking at the clock after she saw Dominic start to blink owlishly, indicating his afternoon nap was soon to start "And you know I don't agree with that. Everything happened the way it was supposed to. Don't think too much out of it because he won't mind at all, trust me. Besides, he's four months old; it's still like years away before he starts asking, if he ever were to."

"But-" Santana began and Brittany didn't let her.

"Earlier, you also said that he's one of the best things that have happened to you and I want to ask you…" She stopped talking as she grabbed and cuddled a sleeping Dominic into strong arms and motioned Santana to lead the way towards their bedroom instead of the nursery. Once there, Santana dutifully arranged the pillows and covers and Brittany carefully laid the baby boy down in the middle, kissed his forehead, took the pacifier out and put a huge pillow on her side, just in case.

Santana watched her every move with quizzical eyes until she felt Brittany behind her, nudging her to lie down as well. She obliged and got as close as she could to their baby with Brittany already spooning her. They both sighed at the comfortable feeling, wrapped in each other's presence.

"What's the other best thing?" Brittany whispered closely to her ear.

"I think you already know," She softly giggled.

"Humour me."

She rolled her eyes but answered anyways, kissing the back of Brittany's hand "You. You are my other best thing."

Brittany held her tighter and placed a soft kiss just below her earlobe "You wanna know how I know?"

"Because you're smug and so sure of yourself?" She countered playfully, eyeing the soft breathing of the little one next to them.

Giggling softly, she bit her ear teasingly "I'd say that was accurate. But the truth is that I have always thought of you as my best thing too. Well, first best thing. You kept me on my toes but at the same time you looked at me like I was the one and only in this world for you. You still do," Santana was listening intently to every word, revelling in the secure hold on her waist while Brittany continued her soft murmurs "As you, I remember everything; from the moment I met you with your books and the way you almost killed me, to our little meetings, to the times I made you cry, to the day you had to tell me you were expecting him. Everything."

"I made you cry too." It was spoken barely above a whisper.

"You were scared and I was just so happy you were having my baby, I wasn't thinking about anything or anyone else. It was never wrong for me. And I won't ever forget every single moment that has led me here, with the both of you because it's all that matters now, us."

Santana turned her head and kissed her languidly for a few minutes, savouring the sweetness she would always find in Brittany's kisses.

"Us, just us." She echoed before settling back for the pleasant nap ahead of them.