A/N: Ok so this little mini series type thing was born of my Bechloe obsession and a coping mechanism that involves writing incredibly fluffy fics in response to stress in my real life lol These stemmed from some prompts on AO3 (where they're obviously posted as well) and are just literally tooth rottingly fluffy - fight me!
In order to not drive myself insane I have been being less critical than usual with my writing and most of these have been typed up on my phone without a phone so apologies for any typos and the lack of perfection.
Also stress still reigns supreme so its probably safe to expect a couple more of these and other Bechloe fics in the coming days/weeks whatever and I'm definitely open to any prompts you might have.
Chloe was sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of peppermint tea in hand and her lesson planning journal in front of her. She glanced up as Beca walked into the kitchen in her sweatpants and a tank top, flipping through her newly acquired copy of What to expect when you're expecting as she walked. Chloe had to admit this wasn't the reaction she expected from Beca when she first brought up the idea of them starting a family. She figured there would be a lot of uncertainty on the brunette's part, a lot of convincing to be done before Beca finally agreed but in reality it had taken them just under an hour to decide the how and the when they would expand their family.
Still she had expected Beca to be anxious and fretful when they did manage to conceive (luckily after their second attempt at insemination) but again Beca had surprised her. It amazed Chloe to see how far Beca had came from the closed of girl she was in collage to the person who was currently getting through pregnancy books at an alarming rate and with a level of calm that was almost unsettling to the redhead.
"Hey Chlo, did you know your feet are going to get bigger while your pregnant?" Beca looked up from her book to where her wife sat on a stool at the kitchen island.
"Oh joy!" Chloe rolled her eyes. "Clown feet and a fat butt, I can't wait!"
Now it was Beca's turn to roll her eyes. Chloe was already 3 months pregnant and was barely showing yet. She was still able to wear her own clothes, despite having already purchased almost a full wardrobe of maternity clothes.
"Oh please you could completely double in size from your feet to that pretty head of yours and you'd still be the most beautiful woman in the world!" She stepped up beside her wife and kissed the side of her head.
"Beca Beale-Mitchell you're quite the sweet talker aren't you?" Chloe chuckled.
"I do what I can," the brunette shrugged.
"Let's just hope you're still saying that when I'm 9 months gone and the only reason I can still see my feet are because I've gone up 5 shoe sizes!" Chloe scoffed.
"I just hope that doesn't happen because our bank balance can't handle you needing a new shoe collection!" Beca laughed.
"So did you know that jellybean is almost the size of a lime right about now?" Beca remarked one morning over breakfast with Chloe.
"Really? That's pretty cool," she hummed thoughtfully over her cereal. Now she was nearing the end of her first trimester the nausea was beginning to dissipate and she was getting her appetite back. She smiled at her wife; she found it unbelievably adorable how Beca would constantly spout these random little facts about their growing child.
"Yeah and next time we see them they won't look like a jellybean anymore because you know, limbs and shit are forming," she added.
"That's not going to stop you referring to them as jellybean though is it?" Chloe giggled, she thought it was sweet that they had given the embryo a nickname rather than using scientific terms or 'it'.
"No, I think that one's going to stick," she chuckled lightly, "maybe even after they're born!"
"It's cute!" Chloe grinned, reaching out to stroke her wife's cheek affectionately. "You're cute!"
"Tell no one!" Beca replied with a comically serious expression.
"So we have officially made it to the second trimester!" Beca announced happily over dinner when Chloe entered her 14th week of pregnancy.
The redhead gave a little cheer. She thought it was adorable that Beca, who could hardly keep track of her keys, was keeping such good track of their unborn babies developments.
"Yeah, say goodbye to morning sickness and hello to an increased libido!" Beca winked at her wife. "Thank you baby hormones!"
"Maybe it's the lack of nausea that leads to the increased libido," Chloe chuckled. "Not exactly easy to get in the mood when you constantly feel on the verge of throwing up."
"Which is why Aubrey didn't get laid senior year!" Beca joked, shrugging as Chloe chastised her. "Anyway the jellybean is now about as big as a lemon and has already got fingerprints. Isn't that cool?"
"It's pretty cool!" Chloe smiled as she felt tears fall from her eyes, running warm, wet tracks down her cheeks. Immediately Beca was out if her seat crouching in front of her sobbing wife.
"Oh no! What is? Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry," she rambled, reaching out to wipe the tears from Chloe's face.
"No, no, nothing's wrong!" she shook her head and laughed at herself between sobs. "They're happy tears, I swear. Stupid hormones!"
"Hey, your hormones are not stupid," Beca assured her with a warm smile. Chloe smiled back at her, although she was still sobbing.
"Hey you in there, quit making my wife cry!" Beca addressed the slight swell of Chloe's belly and the redhead giggled. Beca looked back up into Chloe's watery blue eyes. "Ok so jellybean can't hear yet but I'm hoping they get the message anyway."
"I love you, you complete dork!" Chloe laughed, leaning down to kiss her wife.
"I am what you made me!" She shrugged in response.
Chloe arrived home from work on a Friday evening feeling more than ready for the weekend. She was starting to show now, her belly had a definite roundness to it but she still managed to wear some of her own clothes. However she was starting to notice the little bit of extra weight she was carrying and dealing with high school students could be exhausting even when one wasn't pregnant. She dropped her bag and keys at the door and headed up to her bedroom to change into something a lot more comfortable. When she pushed open the bedroom door she saw a neatly wrapped box sitting at the foot of the bed. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she picked it up and turned it over in her hands. It was simple plain purple paper with a little tag attached with the word jellybean written on it in Beca's scrawl. She quickly forgot her plans to change as she made her way to the home studio downstairs where she knew her wife would be.
"What's this?" she asked, holding the box up and narrowing her eyes at the brunette.
Beca's lips twitched up into a small smile as she innocently shrugged her shoulders and motioned for Chloe to open it. She carefully unwrapped the box and frowned thoughtfully when she revealed a pair of wireless headphones.
"I already have headphones," she pointed out. "And you know I prefer in-ear buds for running."
"I know," Beca rolled her eyes. "But they're not for you. Didn't you see the tag clearly said jellybean."
"Huh?" Chloe felt confused.
"You're 19 weeks!" Beca explained. "Jellybean can hear now! We need to get a jump start on proper music education."
She beckoned Chloe to sit on her lap. She wrapped one arm around Chloe's waist and used the other to minimise the track she'd been working on and pull up a playlist titled jellybean. Chloe's smiled threatened to split her face as she glanced through the track list noticing the entire Bellas back catalogue as well as lullaby versions of classic songs, the odd classical piece and a bunch of other songs that meant something to the couple.
"Just when I think you can't possibly get any sweeter, you go and do stuff like this," she chuckled softly, leaning back against Beca and craning her neck to place a soft kiss on her wife's cheek.
"You're pronouncing badass wrong again," Beca huffed, resting her chin on Chloe's shoulder as the redhead continued to scroll through the playlist.
"Really Becs?" she asked incredulously. "Titanium, really?"
"What?" she shrugged as she laughed against Chloe's back. "It's not like we're going to tell them the story behind it."
"At least not until they're older," Chloe added.
"Maybe not even then!"
Beca practically hummed with excitement as she and Chloe sat in the doctor's waiting room. Chloe couldn't quite believe the amount of emotion the brunette was openly projecting right now but then again Beca had done nothing but surprise her through the course of her pregnancy. She was feeling the same excitement as her wife as they waited to be called; they just couldn't wait to see their little jellybean again, to hear that rapid little heartbeat and to potentially find out whether they would be welcoming a son or a daughter into the world.
"Mrs Beale-Mitchell?" the midwife finally called them into the ultrasound room.
After a few routine questions and checks on Chloe's blood pressure and weight gain the midwife instructed her to jump up onto the bed and lie back. Beca grasped Chloe's hand tightly as the midwife spread the ultrasound jelly on her wife's pregnant belly.
"And now for the real reason you're here," the midwife chuckled as she pressed the wand to Chloe's belly, watching the screen as she moved it around to get the best view of their growing baby.
She hit a button on the keyboard and suddenly the fast paced thump of a foetal heartbeat filled the room. Beca released the breath she had been holding as a soft gasp as she felt tears fall from her eyes. She looked at Chloe and found the same awestruck teary expression on her wife's face. They squeezed their clasped hands and grinned at each other. The midwife turned the screen around and showed them their baby; Beca had been right, it no longer resembled a jellybean but actually looked like a growing baby. Little tiny hands held up by their head as they fluttered around inside Chloe's belly.
"Beca," Chloe's voice was just a whisper, barely audible over the sound of the heartbeat pouring out from the speakers. "That's our baby!"
"I know," was all Beca could whisper back as more tears fell from her eyes; she still could hardly believe all this was real. The love she felt for Chloe had terrified her at first, which is probably why it took them so long to actually get together, but the love she felt for this little baby who hadn't even been born yet was incredible.
"Did you want to find out the sex today?" The midwife asked after giving them a few minutes to take in the ultrasound.
"Can you tell us?" Chloe asked. They had discussed this at length over the last two days, debating whether or not to find out. Beca actually didn't mind either way, leaving the decision to Chloe but the redhead had been flip-flopping over what to do. She knew it wasn't always possible for them to tell so she had decided to let the universe decide; if it was clear they'd find out, if not they'd wait.
"Yeah it's pretty clear," the midwife nodded. Chloe and Beca nodded their desire to be told. "She's been pretty much flashing us for the last 5 minutes."
"Aw, she already takes after you Chlo!" Beca laughed and so did the midwife. "Not even born yet and she's already an exhibitionist."
They left the doctor's office with some new photos of their daughter and a clip of the ultrasound. After a few excited texts and phone calls to their parents and the Bellas they found themselves watching the clip over and over again. It seemed so hard to believe that the little one onscreen was inside Chloe's belly and harder still to believe that in a few months time she would be out in the world.
"We're going to have a daughter," Beca said almost reverently, her hand holding Chloe's resting on the bump.
"You're going to be an amazing mom Becs," Chloe smiled because she knew it would be true.
"We're going to be amazing moms!" Beca agreed, kissing Chloe firmly on the lips. They lay in contented silence for a moment contemplating their future together with their daughter.
"So let's discuss names!" Chloe began excitedly.
Beca groaned. So much for contented silence.