Savannah Martinez

When: Sunday, March 15th, 2026 Where: Savannah and Marissa's House

Savannah smiled as she placed her hand on Marissa's hip. "Hey guys welcome in." She smiled and gestured toward the living room. "The kids are in the living room coloring in some bluey pages while we wait on the pizza to show up." Savannah watched as the mom and kids walked into the living room. "This is going well. Huh babe?"

"I suppose so. Wouldn't know first had though. I've been in love with a gorgeous brunette model of a woman for years now, and I'm so spoiled that I don't think I want anyone else ever." Marissa's face turned beet red instinctively. It was always embarrassing when that happened, even though it had been happening for over a decade at this point.

"Good then my evil plan is working. You're all mine." She joked kissing her cheek again. "What would you like to watch tonight babe?"

"I do too, but at least they'll be able to spend a night with their grandparents." After scavenging through her dresser, she found one of the few clean shirts that fit her. "Thank you. I feel like that part in Willy Wonka where Violet turns into a giant blueberry. Seriously, I don't know how you were pregnant with two and didn't topple over every time you bent down to put shoes on."

"Stop it you aren't that big." she lightly squeezed her hip. "Honestly I think it was all the heels I wear. I constantly feel like I am on uneven ground." She joked. While Savannah does love a black pump, she did switch to flat footwear while pregnant to avoid any fall risks.

Marissa was still half-dressed, trying to find a shirt that would fit. “I don’t think that’s bad. We’re allowed to do fun things every now and then.” The last time she could remember them having a proper date night was back in November after Marissa found out she was pregnant. At this point, she was about six months along and felt like a worm that swallowed a marble. “Can you drive though?”

"I know but I still always get that mom guilt every time we leave and they want to come with us." Savannah turned toward Marissa. "Need help babe?" She capped her mascara and nodded as she left the bathroom. "Yeah I was already planning on it."

"Right?! You know I love Justin, but why is he so into men who play sports that cause complex head trauma?" She grabbed the glass from Savannah.

"Because they are hot and have great stamina?" She shrugged before walking toward Marissa and moving her hair to the side to kiss her neck. "I much prefer academic blondes who are way too smart for me and completely out of my league."