Fic: Remember When 15/16
Title: Remember When 15/16
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1050
Summary: Brittany's sixty...
Warnings: Sexual references
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
Brittany's sixty, and she's felt stupid plenty of times over the years, but never more stupid than she feels right now. Why on earth had she agreed to take three active boys to the water park?
She has years of athleticism and dance to thank for the fact that she can do this at all. Honestly, she thought she was fine, thought it would be no problem to keep up with her grandsons for an afternoon. Little Conn's ten and the twins, Casey and Jeremy, are nine, and when she picked them up she was fresh from a nap and they were looking like little angels.
It's half an hour after she picked up the boys and they're all in their suits, ready and raring to go. Brittany starts them off small, in the wave pool, gauging their swimming ability before she takes them any deeper into the park. Adrian's taught them well, they're like fish swimming circles around her.
She builds up courage, takes them to a water slide and Little Conn and Jeremy race up the steps, a lifeguard has to tell them to slow down. Casey's not so sure, he holds her hand as they make their way up, and he wants her to go down the slide with him. I'm scared, Oma, he says, and dang if that doesn't get her every time. The lifeguard gives her a sympathetic smile and nods for them to go ahead and she and Casey settle themselves in the tube and push off, hooting and hollering all the way down. The other boys are waiting for them at the bottom and she watches how they high five Casey, and she's glad her grandsons aren't jerks like some kids are.
An hour later and she calls the boys to come and get something to eat, she buys them all hotdogs and they sit down to devour them. Little Conn sees a friend from school, he calls him over and suddenly Brittany's in charge of four boys, and she's not quite sure how it happened, but Jason's mom and dad seem grateful to her for taking him off their hands for a couple of hours. Brittany springs for another hotdog each, even Jason, and is pronounced the coolest oma in the world, which makes her grin, and tell them they can all have ice cream too.
She makes them all wait a half hour before going back in the water, and in that time Santana finally makes it to the park, and Brittany's practically crying, she's so happy to see her. Santana had errands to run or she would have come at the start, but Brittany's thinking this is better, because now she really appreciates her wife's presence.
The boys go back in the water and Brittany and Santana sit on the edge and watch them, until Santana has to dive in and save Jason who is being dog piled by all three of their grandsons. He comes up spluttering and crying, and hurries off back to his parents who are having a quiet cup of coffee, and Santana marches the boys up the grassy bank and makes them stand in a line while she questions them. Brittany follows.
Why? Santana asks, and all three boys look sullen and don't answer, so Santana looks to Brittany and Brittany does her sad face, that seems to work every time, and finally Jeremy's cracking. He tells them that Jason made a snide remark about the fact that their oma and abuela are both ladies and where is the grandpa? And oh, Brittany and Santana thought they'd dealt with this enough while Adrian and Summer were in school, but no, apparently bigotry knows no end.
In between scolding the boys and telling them they should use their words, and hugging them to soothe the hurt Jason's words have obviously caused, Santana springs for another round of ice cream, and the boys cheer up enough to tell her she's the best abuela in the world, and Brittany knows that face, that's Santana's proud face, the one she wore in high school while she was proclaiming how smoking hot she looked, the one she wore at Brittany's graduations, the one she wore every time a passer by told her how beautiful her son or daughter were. She smiles and hugs Santana, because after more than fifty years of knowing and loving her, there were some things that didn't need to be said.
It's a little bit later and the boys are playing peacefully now that Jason is gone, and Brittany's half keeping an eye on them and half watching Santana swim laps. They're sixty, and their bodies aren't what they used to be, but Brittany still gets that good low down tickle when she sees her wife in a bathing suit, moving gracefully through the water. She wants to round the boys up and take them home now, so she can kiss her wife senseless (and she's never, never got tired of calling Santana her wife) but she's just been crowned the coolest oma in the world, so she has to live up to the title.
It's later and the air is getting colder and Brittany and Santana make the boys get out of the water, send them to go get changed (they're old enough that they don't need any help from girls). Brittany and Santana take advantage of the few minutes they have, slipping into a change room by themselves and stripping off their suits, slowly toweling each other off and dressing each other, all the while exchanging warm kisses and words of love.
They drop the boys home as the sun is setting, with promises to do it again soon. But not too soon, Santana murmurs as the front door closes, and Brittany laughs. She loves her grandsons, she really does, but she's getting too old for afternoons like this.
Once upon a time getting old would have been a scary thought but now it just seems sort of warm and cozy, well worn and fuzzy. We're growing old together, she remarks idly to Santana, and Santana gives her a look that says she knew they would end up like this.
They collapse onto the couch, Santana holding Brittany in her arms, and turn on the TV. Brittany doesn't know what's on, doesn't care, it's just background noise. Santana's fingers are running through her hair and Brittany lets her eyes close gently when she hears Santana start crooning some Spanish lullaby softly in her ear.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1050
Summary: Brittany's sixty...
Warnings: Sexual references
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
Brittany's sixty, and she's felt stupid plenty of times over the years, but never more stupid than she feels right now. Why on earth had she agreed to take three active boys to the water park?
She has years of athleticism and dance to thank for the fact that she can do this at all. Honestly, she thought she was fine, thought it would be no problem to keep up with her grandsons for an afternoon. Little Conn's ten and the twins, Casey and Jeremy, are nine, and when she picked them up she was fresh from a nap and they were looking like little angels.
It's half an hour after she picked up the boys and they're all in their suits, ready and raring to go. Brittany starts them off small, in the wave pool, gauging their swimming ability before she takes them any deeper into the park. Adrian's taught them well, they're like fish swimming circles around her.
She builds up courage, takes them to a water slide and Little Conn and Jeremy race up the steps, a lifeguard has to tell them to slow down. Casey's not so sure, he holds her hand as they make their way up, and he wants her to go down the slide with him. I'm scared, Oma, he says, and dang if that doesn't get her every time. The lifeguard gives her a sympathetic smile and nods for them to go ahead and she and Casey settle themselves in the tube and push off, hooting and hollering all the way down. The other boys are waiting for them at the bottom and she watches how they high five Casey, and she's glad her grandsons aren't jerks like some kids are.
An hour later and she calls the boys to come and get something to eat, she buys them all hotdogs and they sit down to devour them. Little Conn sees a friend from school, he calls him over and suddenly Brittany's in charge of four boys, and she's not quite sure how it happened, but Jason's mom and dad seem grateful to her for taking him off their hands for a couple of hours. Brittany springs for another hotdog each, even Jason, and is pronounced the coolest oma in the world, which makes her grin, and tell them they can all have ice cream too.
She makes them all wait a half hour before going back in the water, and in that time Santana finally makes it to the park, and Brittany's practically crying, she's so happy to see her. Santana had errands to run or she would have come at the start, but Brittany's thinking this is better, because now she really appreciates her wife's presence.
The boys go back in the water and Brittany and Santana sit on the edge and watch them, until Santana has to dive in and save Jason who is being dog piled by all three of their grandsons. He comes up spluttering and crying, and hurries off back to his parents who are having a quiet cup of coffee, and Santana marches the boys up the grassy bank and makes them stand in a line while she questions them. Brittany follows.
Why? Santana asks, and all three boys look sullen and don't answer, so Santana looks to Brittany and Brittany does her sad face, that seems to work every time, and finally Jeremy's cracking. He tells them that Jason made a snide remark about the fact that their oma and abuela are both ladies and where is the grandpa? And oh, Brittany and Santana thought they'd dealt with this enough while Adrian and Summer were in school, but no, apparently bigotry knows no end.
In between scolding the boys and telling them they should use their words, and hugging them to soothe the hurt Jason's words have obviously caused, Santana springs for another round of ice cream, and the boys cheer up enough to tell her she's the best abuela in the world, and Brittany knows that face, that's Santana's proud face, the one she wore in high school while she was proclaiming how smoking hot she looked, the one she wore at Brittany's graduations, the one she wore every time a passer by told her how beautiful her son or daughter were. She smiles and hugs Santana, because after more than fifty years of knowing and loving her, there were some things that didn't need to be said.
It's a little bit later and the boys are playing peacefully now that Jason is gone, and Brittany's half keeping an eye on them and half watching Santana swim laps. They're sixty, and their bodies aren't what they used to be, but Brittany still gets that good low down tickle when she sees her wife in a bathing suit, moving gracefully through the water. She wants to round the boys up and take them home now, so she can kiss her wife senseless (and she's never, never got tired of calling Santana her wife) but she's just been crowned the coolest oma in the world, so she has to live up to the title.
It's later and the air is getting colder and Brittany and Santana make the boys get out of the water, send them to go get changed (they're old enough that they don't need any help from girls). Brittany and Santana take advantage of the few minutes they have, slipping into a change room by themselves and stripping off their suits, slowly toweling each other off and dressing each other, all the while exchanging warm kisses and words of love.
They drop the boys home as the sun is setting, with promises to do it again soon. But not too soon, Santana murmurs as the front door closes, and Brittany laughs. She loves her grandsons, she really does, but she's getting too old for afternoons like this.
Once upon a time getting old would have been a scary thought but now it just seems sort of warm and cozy, well worn and fuzzy. We're growing old together, she remarks idly to Santana, and Santana gives her a look that says she knew they would end up like this.
They collapse onto the couch, Santana holding Brittany in her arms, and turn on the TV. Brittany doesn't know what's on, doesn't care, it's just background noise. Santana's fingers are running through her hair and Brittany lets her eyes close gently when she hears Santana start crooning some Spanish lullaby softly in her ear.