Don't imagine Chloe waking up to an empty bed and she gets up and finds Beca in their baby's room holding the child and quietly singing lullabies while rocking in the rocking chair
A/N: For a better reading experience, open two Youtube tabs. One for Brahm's lullaby by Jewel and one for All the pretty little ponies (youtube dot com watch?v=AWoPsyY8CZY)
Opening a bleary eye to check the bedside clock which was flashing 2:00 AM in too bright red LEDs, she wasn't sure what woke her up. Was is out of habit after six months of sleepless nights? Was is the intermittent crackle of the baby monitor? Or was it the soft pattering of spring rain against the window glass? She moaned in displeasure since she felt like a warm toasty burrito making this was the most comfortable sleep she had had in a long while. She turned to Becca's side of the bed with a sleepy "Hey babeā¦" but found it empty. Frowning, she placed a hand on the pillow to find it still warm. Her wife probably went for a bathroom break when that theory was proven false when the baby monitor crackled to life with an all too familiar voice.
"Did I tell you that work today was such a bitch?" an empathic hushed voice traveled through the speakers, punctuating the word 'bitch'.
"Language Becca." Chloe muttered to the baby monitor as she picked it up and sitting up in bed with her knees up to her chest.
Her stern words seemed to have drifted telepathically since the next words that made her giggle slightly were;
"Oh shit. Ah, never mind, you won't remember this conversation anyway." There was a rustling of blankets and the tinkling of the hella expensive crystal baby mobile before the creak of the rocking chair was heard.
"What do you dream of, my beautiful starlight?" an affectionate whisper made Chloe's heart full to bursting with love for her wife who rarely ever shows displays of affection or forms of warmheartedness. Sure, she was far from the closed off alt girl not a few years ago but she was still "weird about those stuff" as she eloquently put it. Chloe's musings were interrupted by the first bars of Brahm's lullaby being hummed.
By this time, Chloe had gotten up and padded towards the nursery just stopping short at the doorway and leaning on the door frame. She fondly gazed at the scene before her. A collection of patterned quilts and throw pillows lined the antique maple rocking chair, where her wife who was embracing their 6-month old baby were on, came together with the warm yellow overcast light from the wall fixtures and the indistinct pitter-patter of the rain created a memory Chloe would forever cherish.
"Hey Em, I can't really do the Celine Dion's thing so let's do Jewel's version, yeah?" a muted murmur was heard before the humming became soft legato crooning.
Lullaby, and good night,
in the skies stars are bright
May the moon's silvery beams,
bring you sweet dreams
Close your eyes, now and rest,
may these hours be blessed
'Til the sky's bright with dawn,
when you wake with a yawn
Lullaby, and good night,
you are mother's delight
I'll protect you from harm,
and you'll wake in my arms
Chloe made her presence known by blending her lush sweet voice with her own lullaby.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Dapples, grays, pintos and bays
All the pretty little horses.
Becca looked up, lighting up with her trademark grin as she continued singing her piece in time with Chloe's.
Lullaby, and good night,
you are mother's delight
I'll protect you from harm,
and you'll wake in my arms
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep my little baby.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
