So she was returning to the force as soon as she was well enough. Probably just around Valentine’s Day when Joelle Fisher would be making sure everyone on the force got a small heart-shaped box of candy or something like that. Maybe Joelle had the right idea after all. Celebrate life at every opportunity.
Even Santana had agreed to her return to the job. He’d just been grateful both she and Tucker had survived.
“Hey, how about giving me a break?” Santana suggested after one last hoisting of his son over his head. He rolled lithely to his feet, still holding his son. “Can you handle it?”
“Of course I can. Let me have this little man.”
He handed Tucker over before walking to the refrigerator and pulling out a beer. “You want something?”
“Nah, not now.” She was staring at her son. “Later.”
The baby wriggled and smiled at her, showing off his first little tooth. “You know, Tuck,” she said, “you’re the best. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”
The back door opened and Bianca walked in. Cisco gave a quick little bark and the big dogs thumped their tails. “I heard that,” Bianca said as she dropped her backpack onto the floor and hung her jacket on a peg near the garage.
“It’s true. He is the best. And when you were his age, honey, you were the best.”
“Yeah, right.”
“And what about me?” Santana asked from behind the kitchen island. His eyes twinkled and a bit of a dimple showed as his lips twitched.
“You.” She grinned at her husband and shook her
head. “It’s a sad story. You’re the worst, Santana. You always have been and you always will be.”
“Guess we’ll be bad together,” he said suggestively, comically waggling his eyebrows at her.
Bianca threw her gaze to the ceiling. “Gross.”
Pescoli ignored her, smiling at the man she loved. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”