[Based off of this prompt: Imagine your otp coming across a lost child. They console and entertain the little one until the parent finds the child. As the child leaves, they kiss Person A & B on the cheeks and thank them for being so sweet. Your otp now wants to start a family, thanks to the child.]

Toys R Us

Beca Mitchell mentally scolded herself for letting herself get roped into going with her wife to Toys R Us. She could be at home working on a mix. But no, all Chloe had to do was pout her lips and Beca was a goner. That redhead really needed to learn to use that power for good instead of evil. Shopping of any kind was like hell to the brunette, which meant that shopping at Toys R Us was especially heinous. All of those snot-nosed little trouble-makers would be running around. All right, it wasn't that the Beca hated kids, necessarily. It was just that they could be so damn loud and their little hands were always sticky no matter what.

Now the two were walking down the aisles of the toy store looking for a birthday present for Chloe's niece, Grace.

"Oh, c'mon, Bec!" Chloe said with a smile as she noticed the look on the music producer's face. She gently took the other woman's hand and entwined their fingers. "Doesn't seeing all of these little kid toys put you in the mood?"

"In the mood for what?" Beca cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

"Well, y'know," Chloe shrugged, "to start thinking about having a little one?"

She knew bringing up the subject of children was a scary thing for her wife. They had only been married for a year, but they had been together for four years before that. Now, Chloe was a well-loved music teacher at a high school and Beca had started a small record label with her best friend, Jesse Swanson. They were now finally financially stable enough to start thinking about starting a family.

"You really want a baby, don't you?" Beca asked.

"Yes," the redhead said honestly, "I really do. And I'm willing to wait for you to be ready, but I need to know that we're on the same page about this."

The brunette leaned over and placed a kiss her wife's lips. "I love you, Chlo, but I think we should probably have this conversation in the privacy of our own home."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." Chloe agreed with a sigh and small nod.

"All right, now let's go find your niece the most kick-ass present ever, okay?" Beca said with a smile, making an attempt to ease the tension.

"Okay," Chloe said, her own lips forming a smile, "maybe we should look at the Barbies?"

"Sounds like a plan, m'lady." Beca replied.

The two women walked down two aisles before finding all of the Barbie paraphernalia. A little girl standing in the aisle immediately caught the smaller woman's attention. She couldn't have been more then four or five and was obviously lost. She had curly red hair and reminded Beca irresistibly of Chloe.

"I wonder where her –" Chloe started to say, but stopped abruptly when she saw what the brunette was doing.

"Hi there!" Beca said with an awkward wave as she slowly began to approach the child.

The little girl wouldn't speak.

"Umm – my name's Beca. What's your name?" the brunette asked gently.

"Amy," the girl finally squeaked out in her little kid voice.

"Amy, huh?" Beca grinned. "One of my best friends is named Amy! She has blonde hair, though." By this time, she had gotten much closer to the little girl, so she knelt down so that she was on the girl's level. "I'm your friend, okay? Did you come here with your mommy or daddy?"

"My mommy," Amy answered tearfully. Without warning, the little girl started crying, launching herself at Beca and wrapping her little arms around the surprised woman. Taken aback, the small brunette patted the child on the back in an attempt to comfort her. Beca would be the first to admit she was not the best at comforting people, but pretty soon the child seemed to calm down a bit.

"I'm scared," the little girl admitted when she finally let go of the woman.

"Well, I think you're being very brave." the music producer said with a reassuring smile. "And, hey, I promise I'm not leaving until your mommy comes back."

"Pinky promise?" Amy asked.

"Pinky promise." Beca said seriously, holding out her pinky finger. The little girl gave a small giggle and entwined her own pinky with the woman's.

"Hey, what's that?" the girl asked, pointing at the tattoo on the wrist Beca had extended for their pinky promise.

"Oh, umm, that's my bug tattoo. It's a grasshopper. I've, umm, had it since high school." the brunette replied.

"Neat! I kind of think tattoos are scary," Amy admitted, "but I like that one! It's not scary. And can I ask you another question?"

"Anything, dude." Beca smiled.

"I'm not a dude!" Amy huffed.

"Sorry," Beca said apologetically, "I call everyone 'dude.' It's nothing personal."

"Oh, okay." the girl accepted this answer.

"Now what was it that you wanted to ask?"

"Who's that?" the little girl pointed behind the brunette to Chloe.

Beca shot a glance back at her wife before turning back to Amy. This whole time Chloe had simply stood there, amazed by what was going on. She loved seeing this side of Beca, though it was a side the brunette often chose to hide from the outside world. She pretended to be a big bad-ass but underneath it all, Beca was as warm and cuddly as a teddy bear.

"That's Chloe." Beca answered. "She's . . . my super great friend."

Beca was certainly not ashamed to say that the two of them were married but she figured it was better not to confuse the child.

"Oh, she's very pretty! And we both have red hair!" the little girl said excitedly.

Before Beca could answer, a woman appeared at the entrance of the Barbie aisle.

"Oh, Amy, there you are!" the woman said with relief.

"Mommy!"

The little girl ran to her mother and gave her a hug.

"I made a new friend, Mommy!" Amy said, pointing to the brunette. "That's Beca."

"Hello," Beca smiled at the woman. "I just wanted to make sure you two got reunited. Since you have, I guess my work here is done!"

"Wait!" the girl said as she ran back over to Beca. She beckoned for Beca to lean down to her level, which the brunette did. Amy gave the woman a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, Beca. I don't think I would have been able to be brave without you."

"No problem, kid." the brunette replied. "You did great."

"Thank you for looking after my little girl," Amy's mother said ruefully, "It's just, she sort of likes to wander off sometimes. I was looking all over for her."

"It wasn't a problem, believe me." Beca said sincerely. "She is a very cool little girl."

"Well, thanks again. Amy, we should be off, say good-bye to your friend."

"'Bye!" Amy gave a big grin and waved, before her mother took her hand and led her away.

"Good-bye," Beca said, even though she knew Amy was too far away now to hear. She was quite surprised to find that she was actually going to miss the child.

"Beca Mitchell!" came Chloe's voice.

"Huh?" Beca said absentmindedly as she turned in the direction the voice had come from. Suddenly, Chloe was grabbing sides of Beca's face and crushing their mouths together in a frenzy of kisses.

"You – are – amazing!" the redhead said, punctuating each word with a kiss.

"Well, I knew that," Beca smirked, "but it is nice to see that you recognize my amazingness as well."

"Babe, you were terrific with that little girl!" the taller woman was positively beaming.

"Wait, you really think so?" the brunette asked seriously.

"Of course! And I know you don't want to talk about this right now, but I think you would be an awesome mom." Chloe said, still smiling.

"You know, hanging out with that little girl got me thinking," Beca took Chloe's hand.

"Yes?" the redhead asked expectantly.

"I was thinking that I could always move my music room downstairs. I would probably be able to concentrate better down there anyway. That way the nursery would be right next to our room and –"

"Nursery . . . oh my God, Beca," Chloe said, her voice serious, "are you saying what I think you're trying to say in your own adorably awkward way?"

"I just think it would be kind of cool to have a little redhead running around the house," Beca grinned at the thought.

"Beca Mitchell, bad-ass extraordinaire, totally wants to have a baby with me." Chloe smiled at the dopey look on her wife's face.

"I'm not saying that. But I'm totally saying we should go look at the baby stuff, because we're going to be needing it."

The brunette gave her wife's hand a squeeze and, hand-in-hand, the couple walked over to where the cribs and other baby apparel were, the birthday present long forgotten.