Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect or it's characters. :) I'm merely borrowing them for the time being.
*Also this one-shot is set one year after they get married (it'll progress little by little). I'm still not sure whether to truly make it a full-fic or continue with short one-shots. I based this off a gifset I made.
This could really be a good life
A good, good life
Good Life – OneRepublic
Beca lets out a curse that could've woken the entire population of L.A (and Mexico and New Mexico and maybe even Europe) when she realizes upon arriving at the doorstep of her house that she had forgotten the goddamn key. Again.
Then again, she wouldn't have forgotten it if she hadn't been busy staring at her wife's- No, don't think about that now, Mitchell.
She forces herself to think of something else – Jesse dancing ballet during her bachelorette party – before bringing up a hand to ring the bell. Chloe is so going to kill her. She knows it. Her wife had asked (more like ordered) her time and time again not to forget the freaking key.
Chloe's probably watching TV in their living room (perhaps some soap opera) and eating ice cream (because that's what she eats the most these days). Though she doesn't share it with Beca, not a single bit. The ice cream even has Chloe's name engraved on it in giant letters.
They don't have a maid, which means that Chloe would have to stand up from the couch and- Yes, Beca can picture her funeral. Of course on any other occasion Chloe wouldn't react in a bad way (her wife has the personality of an adorable panda bear), but given her condition… Well, Beca is starting to think that she ought to do the noble thing and bury herself right then and there.
She hears footsteps getting louder and louder, indicating that Chloe heard the bell and is on her way to answer the door, and swallows. She grips her briefcase hard and removes her headphones from her ears, wanting to grant Chloe the chance to yell at her if she needed to. Beca knows she damn well deserves it. She had forgotten the key! The only thing Chloe asks of her and she completely forgot because she has the hormones of an eighteen-year-old teenage boy!
The door creaks open and Beca braces herself for the worst (one day with Chloe's mood swings raging severely, she had to sleep in their car because they watched a video of their old college days in which Beca accidentally glanced at the boobs of a German chick and Chloe hadn't taken it very well). She's slightly disappointed and extremely surprised to find that she doesn't have a pillow thrown her way. Instead, her wife wraps her arms around Beca's neck and pulls her close.
Well, as close as her wife's giant belly will let her.
"Becs! I was so worried! I thought something had happened to you! I saw your key, I thought you had been kidnapped! Because you'd never forget it, would you? No!"
The first thing Beca notices after recovering from the shock that she had not been murdered is that Chloe crying. Looks like it isn't the time of the mood for the Assassin!Chloe mood swings. Thank Jesus.
The second thing is that her wife's grip on her neck is way too strong. Nearly strong enough to prevent her from breathing properly.
"Baby, Chlo, it's fine. I'm fine." She reassures her wife. Though not for long if Chloe keeps choking her like that. "Can we get inside, please? Will you let go off me? My neck-"
But she doesn't get to finish her sentence. Chloe immediately releases her grip on Beca, taking a step back and (to Beca's horror) a scowl on her face. Oh no, oh fuck.
"There. I let go off you." Chloe says, clearly fighting back the urge to cry. "Clearly my concern for you is dumb, is it? My hugs are terrible, aren't they? I am terrible too, am I not? You haven't looked at my breasts in weeks!"
Beca is about to object, wanting to say how she actually stared at them this morning for about twenty minutes and that that's the reason she forgot her key, but she stays quiet, not wanting to aggravate Chloe more and deciding to let her ramble (the last time she interrupted Chloe, she got several pillows thrown her way).
"I thought you had been kidnapped! I've been crying for the past ten minutes! And no, it's not because a new bear was born in the Central Park zoo even though I did shed some tears over that in the morning, don't give me that look! I've been crying, Becs! A waterfall! Crying rivers is for teenagers and- Don't give me that look!" Chloe huffs and strides back inside their house, Beca trailing after her like a lost puppy with a grin on her face.
Even when angry and in assassin mode, her wife is completely and utterly adorable.
"Your concern isn't dumb, by the way." Beca says once Chloe's back on the couch and staring fixedly at the TV, an empty bowl on the night table indicating that Chloe once again ate all of their ice cream. Beca makes a mental note to buy some ASAP. "Although if you thought I had been kidnapped, why didn't you text me or call?"
"I dropped my phone in the toilet." Chloe admits, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.
Beca chuckles and walks over to her study to drop her briefcase and headphones before returning to their living room, "I'll ask Phil to buy you a new one, baby." She murmurs, placing a kiss upon the top of Chloe's head which thankfully relaxes the redhead a little.
She sits down on the couch next to Chloe, moving to greet their baby by kissing her wife's belly.
"Hi little Beca Rockstar Beale-Mitchell. Missed me?" She coos, peppering Chloe's belly with kisses.
"It's not fair. I can't stay mad at you if you're so cute!" Chloe complains, though the scowl on her face is gone and replaced by a beaming smile.
Beca looks up, rubbing Chloe's pregnant belly lovingly as she speaks, "Your concern is not dumb, it means the world to me. I love your hugs, they are not terrible. And you're not terrible, Chlo. Don't ever say that." Still she refuses to acknowledge that she has, in fact, looked at Chloe's breasts unabashedly literally since they met in college. "I'm sorry for being an asshole."
Chloe stares at her and sniffs, shaking her head to herself, "You're the best wife ever. I'm glad I married you."
"I'm glad too. Want a feet rub?"
"You read my mind."
"Baby, by the way…"
"I know, I know. We're not naming our child Beca Rockstar."
"Becs?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you awake?"
"I am now."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. What time is it, anyway?"
She can hear Chloe hesitating, and somehow the sound panics her a little. Beca stirs and turns to face her wife, who's looking at her with a mixture of horror and- is that amusement?
"It's, umm, three am and time for me to push this baby out of my vagina." Chloe speaks so fast that Beca actually has to open one eye to make sure her wife opened her mouth at all.
"Come again?"
"My water just broke."
That does it. Beca jumps out of bed faster than one can say boobs, cursing loudly.
"Beca, please don't use that language in front of our baby. What if she can hear you?" Chloe gets out of bed too, albeit shakily, and slowly makes her way towards their closet, looking for a sweater.
"No! Don't move! I'll fetch it for you!" Beca frantically yells, taking Chloe's hand and forcing her to sit down on their bed as she rushes to the closet, tripping with her own freaking heels on the way and cursing again, earning her a disapproving look from Chloe. "Okay, fuck, fuck, okay." She mumbles, handing Chloe a pink sweater with a big 'B' on it (Beca has a matching one with a 'C'), "Okay. Okay. Fuck. Don't panic. Don't panic! The bag with our clothes is in the car, right? I put it there a week ago. Right, of course. Don't panic!"
"I'm not panicking." Chloe states calmly and stands up after Beca helps her with her shoes and laces, then she walks over to the door and looks back at Beca with a raised eyebrow.
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" Beca inquires, her voice high-pitched and squeaky. "You need to rest!"
"No, what I need is to get to the hospital."
"Hospital… Right! Let's go!" Beca says, walking past Chloe to help her walk properly.
"Aren't you going to put on shoes?" Chloe asks once they are on the stairs after glancing at her wife's bare feet.
"No time. Baby needs to be out of vagina ASAP."
Chloe sighs, a million scenarios concerning Beca injured because of her bare feet popping on her mind as they walk down the stairs, whimpers escaping from her mouth from time to time. Beca notices it and goes pale.
"What is it? Does it hurt? What?!"
"Contractions." Chloe mutters through gritted teeth, accidentally squeezing Beca's hand too hard. However, Beca doesn't even wince. She feels as though several of her body parts are paralyzed by fear. Besides, she figures that a simple tight grip on her hand is nothing compared to being about to push a baby out of your vagina.
They hurry to the car, Beca opening the passenger's seat door for Chloe and helping her get in safely before hopping in herself. She stares at the steering wheel and momentarily forgets how to turn the fucking car on. An exasperated Chloe rolls her eyes and puts in the key, turning on the ignition and smacking Beca on the shoulder softly to help her react. Beca does after making sure Chloe is wearing her seatbelt, pulling out of their driveway as if her life depended on it.
"Fuck, okay. We need to call Aubrey and Jesse and Amy and Stacie and Cynthia Rose and your parents and my- my dad and we need to make sure Stacie doesn't sleep with one of the doctors." Beca rambles without meaning to, her gaze trained on the road ahead, unblinking. "My cellphone is- yeah there, okay. Fuck. Well. Fuck. Where is the goddamn hospital again?"
Chloe whispers, "Don't curse! Speak proper English and avoid curse words!" several times but to no avail, since Beca apparently knows cursing words in both Spanish and French too. She calls Aubrey and Jesse, asking them to let everyone else know and, after hanging up, she reaches out to place her hand on Beca's thigh, trying to silently reassure her that everything will be fine.
Thanks to Siri they make it to the hospital, with Chloe now biting hard on her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming thanks to the contractions.
Beca is close to passing out and she can feel it, yet she won't budge to the need. She is going to be there when her daughter is born, damn it, otherwise Chloe would name her something like Mariah Taylor or Beyoncé Britney.
They burst into the hospital, Beca looking around desperately for a freaking nurse. She spots several but decides to do a one-over (you never know when one can either be a paparazzi or a serial killer) before calling her. "Help, my wife's water broke and she's having contractions! I'm Beca Mitchell! We reserved a private room!"
The nurse rushes to them with a wheelchair so Chloe can sit on it, Beca's hand on the redhead's shoulder. "I'll wheel her, just the lead the way."
And so the nurse does, clearly crestfallen at not getting to wheel a pregnant chick around. Weirdo.
They pass several corridors and doors, sometimes glimpsing woman giving birth with yells that made Beca even more nervous than she already was, not to mention she kept getting paler.
Chloe, on the other hand, remained calm, occasionally wincing due to the contractions.
When finally they reach the room Chloe is supposed to give birth in, the nurse tells them that the doctor will be arriving in a couple of minutes, making Beca curse (and in turn making Chloe huff at her).
"A couple of minutes? A couple of fucking minutes?" Beca would give them a minute when she's in hell and on the freaking throne! Her wife is suffering thanks to the stupid contractions and the doctor is doing god-knows-what! Unbelievable.
Her murdering thoughts are forgotten when Chloe tugs at her hand, pointing at the room.
"Right, fuck." Beca mumbles, wheeling Chloe inside and helping her change out of her clothes and into the hospital robes, to then help her laid on the bed. "Feeling okay? Do you need anything? Water? Ice cream?"
Chloe closes her eyes when a particularly hard contraction hits her full force and breathes out shakily, "Just hold my hand and don't drop it, please?"
Beca does as she's told and takes her wife's hand, rubbing her thumb on Chloe's palm, glancing at the door impatiently for the doctor to arrive.
It seems like years have passed when the doctor finally shows up, and Beca forces herself not to throw a chair at the woman's head.
"I'm sorry it took so long, someone in the next room just had triplets. Now, let's shall begin and pop that baby out! And don't worry, sweetie, the high is worth the pain, you'll see."
She says it so enthusiastically that Chloe smiles in between contractions and Beca relaxes a little.
Beca doesn't know the exact moment when she passed out.
It may have been when Chloe accidentally broke her hand. Or when Beca saw their daughter's head popping out. Or when Chloe accidentally broke her other hand.
It doesn't matter, really. What matters is that she awakes to her wife with a baby with red hair in her arms.
"She's beautiful." She breathes out, pulling a chair to sit next to Chloe, who's gazing down at their daughter lovingly. "She looks so much like you."
"Yeah, but I have the feeling that she'll be like you when she grows up."
"A closed off bitch with 'monstrosities' in her ears?"
"No, I mean, passionate and determinate and a leader."
Beca grins at that, tucking a strand of hair behind Chloe's ear. "What are we naming her?"
Chloe ponders the question thoughtfully, biting on her lower lip as their little girl starts to fall asleep. Her eyes light up when she comes up with a name, and Beca can only hope that it isn't Mariah Carey or Taylor Swift related.
"What do you think of Claire?" Chloe suggests, and Beca lets the name roll in her tongue for a few seconds before nodding vigorously.
"It's perfect." She places a kiss upon their daughter's forehead. "Welcome to the world, Claire Beale-Mitchell."
They sit in a pregnant silence, enjoying the other's company and savoring the fact that they don't only have successful careers but a beautiful family to share everything with.
The silence dies, however, when a voice rings from outside the door.
"I demand to see my goddaughter now! Step aside, I'm Aubrey Posen damn it!"
So much for five seconds of relaxation.