The high pitched wail of a newborn baby filled the room settling in the weary ears of her new parents. Beca sat on the sofa watching Chloe pace around the living room rocking the baby with a look of sympathy and amusement on her face.
There was no pressing reason for the baby's cries. She didn't need fed or changed or winded and clearly did not want to sleep; she was just going through one of those awkward phases where she was prone to being unsettled. The leaps app that Chloe had downloaded during the final month of her pregnancy had warned them about this and it turned out to be scarily accurate at predicting when their bundle of joy would become cranky. They were grateful as it has saved them from undue worrying knowing she was just fussy because of her growth stage. However the app had done nothing to help them soothe the crying baby in Chloe's arms. For the last 20 minutes she had been alternating between singing lullabies, rocking her in the nursing chair and pacing the floor, swaying her in her arms to soothe her. So far nothing had calmed the cries, and damn their child had definitely inherited her mother's impressive vocal range.
Beca could see Chloe was getting worn down. Both mother and baby were due their afternoon nap but still Chloe had not given up her quest to quiet baby Charlotte.
"You know, this can stop any time. All you have to do is hand her over and I can make the noise stop," Beca reminded her wife in a song-song voice. Chloe stopped in her tracks and frowned at her wife. She knew Beca was right but she had been determined to find another way to soothe Charlie.
She looked down at the fussy infant in her arms and back at her wife before sighing in defeat.
"Alright, fine, I give up! Do your thing Mama!" She said handing their daughter over. Beca smirked triumphantly as she adjusted the baby in her arms.
"Hi baby girl! What's all this fussing about?" She cooed, settling her daughter against her shoulder, the tiny babies head nestled into the crook of her neck still wailing impressively.
"It's going down, fade to blackstreet
The homies got rb, collab creations
Bump like acne, no doubt," Beca sang softly, changing the lilt and tempo of the classic R&B song so it sounded slightly more like a lullaby.
Chloe watched the scene with a clenched jaw as sure enough their fussy baby began to settle in Beca's arms. The brunette smirked smugly at her wife as the high pitched cries quieted to occasional whimpers as she continued.
It seemed funny now, those nights when Chloe was pregnant with Charlotte that Beca had worried that she wouldn't be a good mother, that she was the one who could so easily soothe the fussy infant. Chloe rolled her eyes and sighed unable to stop herself from joining in as Beca approached the chorus.
"Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em open all over town.
Strictly biz she don't play around,
Cover much ground, got game by the pound." Beca smiled at the sound of Chloe's voice joining hers as Charlotte's whinging finally settled to contented gurgling.
"I might question your methods but I can't argue with the results!" Chloe giggled quietly, reaching out to stroke the wispy red-blonde hairs on the the baby's head.
"Just call me the baby whisperer!" Beca smiled smugly settling back into a more comfortable position on the couch with Charlotte nestled happily against her chest. "Or baby rapper?"
Chloe rolled her eyes and cuddled into her girls.
"Aubrey can never know about this!" Chloe half laughed. She could only imagine what the blonde would have to say about the suitability of Dr Dre for newborns.
"I don't know," Beca laughed, rolling her head to the side to kiss Chloe's head where it rested on her shoulder. "I think she might find it funny that Charlie inherited her mother's appreciation for my rap skills!"
