A/N: Ficlet based off a prompt.
Beca has heard about pregnancy myths. However, she never imagined it could be so critical.
Chloe has been whining for the better part of an hour for something to eat and since Beca forgot to go grocery shopping, their fridge is a sorry sight to withstand.
"I'm so hungry I think my stomach is crying!" Chloe groans as she strokes her protruding belly.
"That's the washing machine, darling."
"Oh."
The younger girl cannot help but smile at her wife's antics. Always a way to worsen reality and turn herself into an endearing martyr. She crosses her arms over her chest and sighs, "I guess I could order pizza or something…"
"No no no! If I see one more damn pizza—" The girl shakes her head briskly. "I want some good homemade cooking."
Letting her arms fall in aggravation, she counters, "Chlo, I'm a DJ, not a cook! Ask me to remix music, that I can manage. But to yield a knife or handle pots and pans in a kitchen, chances are I'll set off the fire alarm in under a minute!"
No matter how high the brunette's persuasion skills might be, they are no match to Chloe's overacted whimpers indicating that she is not about to drop the ball that easily. Stubborn as a mule, this one.
"Beca darling? I'm hungry. Which means that I get moody. And whenever I'm moody, I get stingy of my… affections , if you know what I mean…"
With Chloe's luscious eyebrow wriggle, it's hard not to get what she means. And the redhead's affections happen to be Beca's kryptonite.
After all, why couldn't food be just like music? You find two flavours that have a different beat but complement each other to make a flavoursome mix.
Releasing a sigh just for good measure, Beca rummages through the cupboards. "Let's see what we have here: crackers, nutella and some… very ripe fruit." She settles the ingredients on the table and under Chloe's careful gaze, she starts spreading the crackers with nutella, mashing some fruit in-between just like a sandwich.
"Taste this," the freshly appointed cook prompts.
The very first bite manages to pull deep moans and satisfied nods from the redhead. Chloe stares luridly at the experimental food, then at her wife.
"How could you know my craving without even me knowing?!"
Beca shrugs smugly. "Beginner's luck?"
Setting the crackers aside, Chloe slides right next to Beca, her mouth just a few inches from her ear, "Mrs. Beale-Mitchell, you are about to get very lucky indeed."