Santana was crazy about you, not that she’d ever admit it so easily. You drove her a little nuts sometimes — all soft smiles and getting under her skin without even trying — and she both loved and hated that about you. Honestly, loving you wasn’t even a choice; it just sort of happened. And she’d pretty much do whatever you asked. Still, she couldn’t help but laugh when, out of nowhere, you blurted out that you wanted a baby. With her.

“Mi corazón, I’m pretty sure I’m missing a few parts for that,” she teased, pulling you closer as you snuggled into her side, the two of you half-watching whatever was on TV.