I do not own Glee or any of the original characters, It all belongs to RIB and Fox. Any characters you don't recognise are my own creations.
Thank you for the great reviews for the first chapter, I'm so glad you guys aren't killing me for starting a new story. Hope you enjoy the second chapter :)
Shelby frowns in confusion as she wakes up to a face full of fur. Opening her eyes, she pushes the offending item away from her face and realises that it is Santana's beloved teddy bear, Ted. Shelby notices the tiny, tanned hand that grips on to Ted's arm and she glances down to see Santana fast asleep between her and David. She smiles softly at the sleeping form of the little girl, her small body tucked firmly up against her Daddy. Shelby winces as the alarm blares, smashing into the peacefully silent room. She quickly turns it off but notices that David is waking up. Luckily, Santana remains sleeping; Dave always said that she could sleep through a bomb going off in her bedroom.
"Morning," Shelby whispers. "Sorry, I forgot to turn the alarm off."
"It's okay," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. "What time did Santana get into bed with us?" David asks, blinking heavily.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," Shelby responds. "Do you think she's okay?"
"Yeah, she's fine," Dave reassures the woman, glancing down at his sleeping daughter. "First night in a new house, she's still getting used to everything. Don't worry." Dave gazes down at his daughter, smiling softly as she snuggles Ted close to her chest; still fast asleep. His cell phone vibrates loudly on the bedside cabinet and he groans as he reaches across for it and glances at the name flashing on the screen, Gloria. "Hey," he states stiffly in greeting as he holds the phone to his ear. "My birthday was on Wednesday but thanks," he sighs. "No, I'm thirty one." Dave glances at Shelby and rolls his eyes before gesturing that he's going to finish the call downstairs, most phonecalls from Gloria end with yelling so it's for the best. Shelby watches as he carefully rolls out of bed, Santana waking up at the loss of contact from her Daddy despite his best efforts not to wake her. The little girl pouts sleepily as Dave leaves the room before glancing at Shelby shyly.
"Good morning, little one," Shelby smiles. "Did you sleep okay?" she asks, propping herself up on her elbow and looking down at the groggy girl.
"I had a bad dream," Santana whispers, puffing out her bottom lip in an adorable pout.
"You did? I'm sorry to hear that. You should have woken us up if you were scared, it's still okay to do that," Shelby tells her. "You know that, right?" Santana's hesitant nod tells Shelby that no, Santana didn't already know that. "Whenever you need something you can come to me as well as your daddy. Noah, Sugar and Rachel will always help you too. We're a family, sweetheart," Shelby murmurs with a soft smile.
"Okay," Santana says softly, a small smile pulling at her lips.
"Mom! Santana's not in her bedro..." Noah skids to a halt in front of the bed, relieved to see that Santana is with his mom. Shelby smiles affectionately at her son, completely in love with the fact that he is so protective of Santana. "Hi," Noah grins as he sits down on the bed, holding his arms out to Santana for a hug. Shelby chuckles softly when the tiny girl scrambles onto his lap and throws her little arms around his neck before shyly kissing his cheek.
"Count yourself lucky, Noah never gives me hugs like that," Shelby tells Santana teasingly, laughing when the girl giggles cutely. "What are the girls up to?" she asks Noah.
"Rachel is running laps around the backyard, Sugar is still sleeping," he replies with an eyeroll. Shelby sighs, she had told Rachel several times to wait until an adult was downstairs before going outside and Dave had only been down there for a couple of minutes; Rachel has most likely been outside for longer than that. Shelby looks up as Dave walks back into the room, a deep frown on his face.
"Noah, why don't you take Santana downstairs and get you guys some juice," Shelby suggests. "And tell Rachel to get her butt inside," she adds. Noah nods without arguing, sensing that his Mom and Dave need to talk in private.
"Gloria cancelled," David sighs once the kids are out of earshot. "She said that she has plans with a friend and that she'll see Santana another time. I knew she would do this, she always does. All she has to do is hang out with her daughter, it's not hard; Santana isn't a difficult child," he rants before sitting down on the edge of the bed and rubbing his hand across his face.
"I'm sorry," Shelby murmurs as she scoots across to sit next to him, her arm around his waist. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Dave sighs heavily. "I'm fine but Santana won't be. I don't know how to tell her that her Mom is cancelling on her..again," he mutters. Shelby shakes her head in disappointment, how could anyone look at that little girl and not want to spend time with her; it doesn't make sense to her.
"She'll be sad but we can make sure she still has a nice day, we can go out somewhere as a family. Maybe to the aquarium? It would take her mind off it and I think she'd enjoy it, we'd all enjoy it," Shelby shrugs.
"That sounds like a great idea, babe," Dave smiles. "Thank you," he adds, turning to kiss her softly. "I'll go talk to her and I'll start making breakfast," he sighs, kissing her again before standing up.
"And I'll drag Sugar out of bed," Shelby replies.
"Most likely." Shelby chuckles, rolling her eyes. "You know, Noah seems to have taken a shine to Santana, he ran in here worried as hell because she wasn't in her bedroom."
"Well, he's a good big brother," Dave smiles. He winks at his fiance as he grabs his tank top, slipping it on so that he is no longer just in his sweatpants. "See you down there," he states before making his way down to the kitchen that still has a few boxes littered around it. He smiles when he finds Santana sitting at the table while Noah strains to reach a box of cereal. Dave glances through to the livingroom and spots Rachel digging through one of the boxes in there but decides not to interrupt her. "Have a seat, buddy, I'll make everyone some proper food," Dave tells him ruffling his short hair. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs as he kisses the top of Santana's head. "How would you like to go to the aquarium today?" he asks kindly, crouching down beside her seat.
"What about Mommy? Won't she be sad?" Santana asks softly, a small frown gracing her features.
"Well, Mommy can't hang out with you today anymore. She has other things to do but she says she's really sorry and that she loves you," Dave murmurs gently.
"But Mommy said she wouldn't change her mind on Sundays no more," the little girl murmurs sadly. "She promised."
"I know, baby girl. I'm sorry. We can still have lots of fun today though, we're all gonna go to the aquarium and see lots of awesome stuff," Dave smiles, feeling as though his heart is breaking when his little girl gazes back at him with big, brown eyes that are filled with tears.
"There's sharks at the aquarium, San! Lots of them! Really big ones like Bruce from Finding Nemo!" Noah suddenly says. "They come really close to the glass and I bet we could get a picture with one!" he states seriously and Dave grins when he notices Santana's awestruck expression.
"Really?!" the girl asks. "Could we get a picture please, daddy?" she pleads with wide eyes.
"Of course," Dave smiles, shooting Noah a grateful wink that causes the ten year old to beam proudly. "Maybe we can buy a toy shark to keep Ted company too," the man suggests, laughing at the look of pure excitement on Santana's face. "Go ask Ted if he'd like that," he urges her, shaking his head in amusement as the girl leaves the kitchen as fast as she possibly can without breaking the no running in the house rule. "Nice work, buddy," Dave praises Noah, holding out his hand for a high five; Noah happily complying.
"Is she gonna be okay?" the boy asks quietly.
"Yeah, of course. Especially now that she's got you looking out for her."
To be continued.. Thank you for reading :) Reviews are greatly appreciated.