Just her luck
Beca gasped as she felt a soft trickle run down her leg. 'About damn time.' She thought. The baby was now two weeks overdue, and she couldn't wait to get it out of her. Her relief was cut short, however, when she felt a pain begin to form in her abdomen.
"Chl-shit!" The brunette groaned, rubbing a hand over her swollen stomach. Of course, when the baby is finally ready to grace them with its presence, Chloe was at an important conference.
Just her luck.
Beca probably should have called her wife and told her, but she didn't want to interrupt the conference. Chloe had said that if anything happened Beca needed to call her right away, and that's what she had intended to do. Maybe it was just the hormones talking, but the DJ would feel far too bad if she called, knowing that Chloe will have to explain to the other teachers why she had to leave and what if she was angry at Beca for calling her? Chloe should only be another hour or two anyway, surely she could wait until then? Besides, it's not like Beca was in pain, it was only a slight throbbing. She would be fine.
Two episode of Friends and half a cheese sandwich later, the slight throbbing wasn't so slight anymore. Nor was it throbbing. It had increased to pains. Sure, it was nothing compared to the contractions she knew were yet to come, but it still hurt. She had never handled pain very well, hell, Beca could hardly even cope when she got a paper cut. How she'd thought she would be able to push a human out of her she had no clue.
And, once again, it was just her luck that Chloe happened to come through the door to find her overdue wife gripping her stomach and moaning, bent over on the sofa. She couldn't have just come right after, or before, so Beca could calmly explain that her water had broken and they needed to go to the hospital. No, instead Chloe had a look of pure worry on her face as she immediately dropped her bag and knelt down in front of Beca.
"Beca!? What's happened?" the redhead asked, looking ready to burst out crying at the pain her wife was clearly in.
Beca looked up and navy met baby blue. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a whimper as the brunette scrunched her face up.
"Becs, I need you to tell me what's wrong." Chloe tried again, resting her hand on Beca's stomach.
The pain subsided, and Beca let out a slightly relieved sigh. "My water broke," She said softly, pulling at her hair.
"What!?" Chloe said in shock. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Cause you were at the conference," She muttered, fidgeting.
"So? Babe, I told you that if anything happened you had to call me straight away,"
Tears started to well up in Beca's eyes. Damn these hormones. "I thought you would be mad at me for interrupting you like last time,"
"Jesus Christ…" Chloe muttered. "I was mad last time because you called to tell me we were out of m&m's. I would never be annoyed at the fact my wife interrupted some conference to tell me her water had freakin' broken!"
Beca let out a small sob. "Sorry."
Chloe froze momentarily. Over the past nine months she had learnt that once Beca started crying, she didn't stop for a long time. The redhead quickly brought out her hand and softly wiped the tears away. "Don't cry, Becs, its fine,"
Beca nodded, rubbing a hand over her stomach to calm herself back down.
"I think we should go to-" She was cut off by yet another small contraction, making the poor girl groan , holding onto her wife's arm.
"Right, we need to get to the hospital before it gets any worse," Chloe said determinedly, slowly helping Beca off of the sofa.
"No shit," Beca grunted in reply.
They'd been on the road for five minutes, and Beca was just about ready to scream. Chloe had no road safety skills whatsoever.
"Jesus, Chloe, go easy on the bumps!" Beca said, holding onto her stomach.
"But you're in labour!" Chloe said, as if it explained everything.
"I won't live to see the baby if you continue like this!" She cried out, bashing into the car door as her wife turned a corner. "Shit!"
Chlo sighed, slowing down slightly. "I just don't want you giving birth in the car,"
"I'll be giving my lunch to the car if you keep driving so crazily," Beca breathed, before gasping once she took a peek at the dashboard. "Chlo, you're going 20 miles above the limit and it's a red light!"
"I'm running it." Chloe said determinedly, pushing her foot down on the gas.
Beca squeaked. "Fuck, the cops are following us,"
Chlo rolled her eyes, swerving onto the sidewalk.
"You're gonna get yourself a- hOHHH!" She moaned, the pain in her abdomen coming back stronger than before.
"Another contraction?" Chloe asked, wincing slightly as Beca took hold of her hand and squeezed. The brunette nodded, her face contorting in pain.
Just like the rest of Beca's highly unfortunate day, it was just her luck that she managed to have a contraction the moment the police were asking her wife to roll the window down. The embarrassment was insane.
"Miss, were you aware that you were driving 20 miles over the speed limit?" The man asked, already pulling out a pen to write a ticket.
"I'm really sorry, Officer, it's just that my wife's water broke and I need to get her to the hospital as she's having contractions and they're getting worse," Chloe explained with an apologetic look on her face.
"I understand that-"
Beca cut him off with a small, but desperate, cry as the pain increased slightly. She gripped the redhead's hand tighter. "Chloe!"
"I'm going to let you off with a warning this time, Miss, as this is an emergency. But next time you need to be more careful," the cop said, giving Chloe a small red card.
"What's this?"
"An emergency card. If anybody else tries to stop you show them this,"
"Thank you," Beca breathed out, her contraction finally coming to an end.
"It's fine, good luck ladies."
They were at the hospital in another five minutes due to Chloe's speeding, and at the front desk in no time.
"Excuse me," Chloe said, but the girl behind the counter only kept chewing her gum and flipping through the latest Vogue.
Chloe cleared her throat. "Hello."
No response.
Chloe rolled her eyes and tried being polite again, and, of course, this kid just wasn't listening.
"HEY!" Beca snapped. "I'm overdue as it is, my water broke two fucking hours ago and, in case you haven't noticed, I am in DESPERATE NEED OF MEDICAL FUCKING ATTENTION. Stop yapping on your gum and PAY ATTENTION!"
"S-Sorry, Miss, c-could I ask for your name?" The girl stuttered, pushing her magazine away with wide eyes.
Chloe could tell that if her wife opened her mouth one more time, the patients would complain. "Mitchell, Beca." She filled in, rubbing a hand on Beca's back in an attempt to calm her back down.
"M-Miss Mitchell, you're in room seventeen,"
Beca began to stalk away, but Chloe quickly caught up with her.
"You need a wheelchair," She said brightly.
"Why? I'm pregnant, not disabled!"
Chloe snorted. "It's mandatory, Becs,"
Beca rolled her eyes, but leant against the wall to wait for the redhead. Chloe appeared in a matter of seconds with a wheelchair.
"Get in,"
Beca rolled her eyes again, plopping down into the seat.
"Oh my god, Becs, we completely forgot about a baby name!"
Beca internally groaned. A name for the little human inside of her which was causing so much pain was, surprisingly, the last thing she had thought to even begin to think about.
"What? Can we not just call it 'the baby'?"
Chloe sighed exasperatedly. "Beca…"
"I'm kidding, Chlo, calm down," She chuckled. "Well, it's gonna be a girl,"
"Is it? I think it's a boy,"
"Trust me, it's not a…bOY!" She cried out unexpectedly as yet another contraction hit.
Chloe hated seeing Beca in any sort of pain, whether she breaks her leg or stubs her toe. She wanted nothing more than to stop the hurting, and she knew that she couldn't. All she could possibly do is try to soothe her wife to the best of her abilities.
"Room seventeen's here, Becs," She said softly.
Beca nodded slightly whilst Chloe wheeled her in. It looked like an average hospital room; white walls, a white cot in the corner and, of course, a lot of equipment. The nurse that was already in there helped her onto the bed as the contraction was ending almost as soon as it had started.
"Do you want anything?" The nurse (Angela, her name tag read) asked.
"A doctor." Beca said bluntly.
"She should be on her way,"
"Thank you," Chloe smiled. "Baby names? If it's a boy-"
"Which it isn't going to be" Beca pointed out.
Chloe rolled her eyes. "How could you possibly know that for certain?"
Beca winked and tapped her nose. "That instinct thing everyone always talks about…I have a feeling that it's a girl,"
"You had a feeling you could down a bottle of vodka last year and, although you did it, you had a migraine for two days," Chloe scoffed, playing with her wife's hair.
Beca pouted. "I was drunk! I've been sober for 9 months now, Chlo, I'm pretty sure I'm right this time. I like the name Alison,"
Chloe scrunched up her nose. "Alison Mitchell…it sounds okay, but do you really want our child to have the same name as Alison Dilaurentis?"
Beca shook her head with wide eyes. "…What about Eva?"
"Eva Mitchell…really?"
"Evie?" Beca tried again.
"Evie Mitchell…Becs, that's perfect! If it's a-"
"It will be a girl, Chloe." Beca said, determined that, after all this suffering, she was going to get what she asked for. "For a boy?" She asked anyway, rubbing small circles over her swollen abdomen.
"Tyler!" Chloe exclaimed, smiling excitedly.
"You've had that name planned since you were ten haven't you?" Beca teased.
"Maybe," Chloe smirked, kissing the brunette softly.
"Well, since it's going to be a girl, if we have another kid, and it's a boy, we'll call him Tyler!"
"You want another kid already? Becs, we haven't even had the first!" Chloe said.
Beca shrugged, before laughing. "No, not now! Whenever, I don't really care, but if we have another kid, you're carrying it!"
"Deal," Chloe giggled, deciding not to comment on Beca's mistake as the brunette had probably forgotten due to all the pain she had been having that day.
The door opened and in came a tall brunette, wearing a, somehow low cut, doctor's uniform and carrying a clipboard.
"Stacie?" They both asked in confusion.
Stacie looked up with a grin. "Surprise!"
"Why are you here? Don't you work in that hospital like ten blocks away?" Beca asked.
"They moved me. I knew I had you guys once the receptionist described you as 'a small brunette and a not so taller redhead, the brunette made it very clear that she's pregnant and she was really angry.' Are you here for another check-up?"
"My water broke, Stace,"
"What?! Why haven't you told anyone?"
"I waited until I could tell Chloe and we've been on the move ever since," Beca shrugged.
Chloe took out her phone and composed a quick text to their families and friends. Beca's water has broken and we're in the hospital.
"Don't tell them to come!" Beca pleaded quickly.
"Why not?" Stacie asked.
"I don't want everyone to be watching me…" Beca said quietly, fidgeting with the blanket.
"Aww!" Both Stacie and Chloe cooed.
"What?" Beca growled in annoyance, if there was one thing she hated, it was being cooed at.
"You're so adorable, babe!" Chloe said.
"I am not! I'm a badass-shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!" Beca whined, falling back onto the pillows and squirming around, moaning. The contractions were getting stronger and stronger.
"Breathe through them," Chloe constructed.
"Harder than you fucking think, Beale!" Beca grunted back. Usually Chloe would playfully correct her that that was no longer her last name, but she didn't think now was the right time. If she angered Beca any further she would be kicked out.
"How many has she had, Chlo?" Stacie asked.
Chloe tried counting how many she'd had, but she lost count. "I don't know, quite a lot,"
Beca held up nine fingers, before groaning so loudly she was certain the whole floor could hear.
"Sorry!" Beca huffed out, loosening her grip on Chloe's fingers after she heard a crack, only to clutch them even harder.
"How much of a time difference is between each one?"
"Since I got home, like five to ten minutes,"
"It must almost be time, then," Stacie said with a beaming smile.
Beca collapsed onto the bed. "It better be, cause I swear to all the fucking gods out there if I have to endure this for another three hours I'll-"
"Six and a half centimetres?" Stacie exclaimed from the bottom of the bed.
"What does that mean?" Beca asked.
"That can't be right, Stace," Chloe said, shaking her head. "Check again,"
"This is so wrong," Beca muttered, making Chloe giggle.
"She's my best friend!" The poor brunette squirmed.
"Beca! Hold still, dammit!" Stacie said. "No…it really is six and a half centimetres dilated…that doesn't make any sense, you should be at least eight and a half with the kind of contractions you're having…"
She trailed off, doing a few calculations on her clipboard.
"Your kid's really fucking with you, Becs."
"Makes sense…the bitch's been out to get me ever since I told it to stop using my uterus as a fucking punch bag." Beca grumbled, glaring down at her stomach. Chloe snorted into her hand.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Stacie asked excitedly.
"Boy."
"Girl."
The couple narrowed their eyes at each other.
"He's a boy!"
"Mother's instinct, Chlo, she's a girl!"
Chloe scoffed, waving her hand at Beca.
"How much longer?" Beca asked with a long, drawn out sigh.
"Usually it would be loads more hours, but with the contractions you're having…I'd say, like, no more than an hour?"
"A whole hour!?" Beca asked in despair. "I could watch two episodes of friends in that! I could watch one and a quarter of PLL, fuck, I could watch half some dumb romcom in that time! I'm gonna die. I'm the tiniest person ever, and I'm expected to take in this much pain? What the fuck?"
"I highly doubt you'll die, Babe,"
"Oh yeah? You try pushing some 7 pound human out of your fucking vagina!" Beca snapped, trying to sit up.
"Why are you sitting up?"
"Instead of asking me stupid questions could you just help me?"
Chloe got up and pulled Beca up, who swung her legs over and stood up, swaying slightly as she tried to keep balanced.
"Where are you going?" Stacie asked.
"To pee!"
It was about two minutes before Beca came back, and when she did she was sobbing and blowing her nose.
"Becs? What's wrong? Are you in pain?"
"I'm a monster!" She cried, collapsing into her wife's arms.
"…Why?" Chloe asked, mouthing 'What the hell?' to Stacie over the younger girl's shoulder.
"You-You shouldn't b-be hugging me! I-I'm the w-worst person ever!" Beca wailed.
"No you're not," Chloe said softly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
"I am! I s-snapped at you and t-then I sh-shouted at the teddy bear who was lying dead in the middle of the hallway!"
"Beca; you're the bravest, most talented person I know. I love you." Chloe said, wiping the tears away from Beca's eyes. She was almost positive that the amount of times Beca has cried in the last four months is more than in her whole life altogether.
Beca sniffed. "Really?"
Chloe nodded, giving her a quick kiss. Beca brightened up and lied back down with a smile. Stacie was using all her strength not to snap random pictures at all the cute bechloe moments to show the Bellas later on, but she knew Beca would probably smash her phone if she even tried to do that.
"Becs do you want, like, some painkillers or something?" Stacie asked.
Beca shuddered. "Ugh, dude, no! They only make me throw up,"
"You want an all-natural birth? Do you know how painful that is?" Chloe asked incredulously.
"Well…yeah! Do you know how many baby's come out some weird shape because of painkillers?" she shuddered again.
Stacie snorted. "She has a point,"
Beca was quiet for a moment, seemingly in deep thought. Chloe was sure she was going to come out with some PhD level psychologically philosophical question, but instead she said;
"Hey…do you guys think we're all Sims? And God controls us? So like, when we forget what we're gonna do, is it God just cancelling our action?"
Stacie burst out laughing whilst Chloe somehow managed to maintain her giggles. "I don't think God can control 7 billion Sims all on his own, Becs,"
"Well obviously he has helpers!" Beca retorted. "He's got Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Simon Peter, James, John, Andrew, Philip, Bartholomew, Thomas, Matthew, James, Simon, Thaddaeus-Judas, Judas Iscariot, the one who Jesus loved, Saint Peter, and all the other saints I can't remember from that dumbass school,"
"Oh…totes!" Chlo nodded seriously, not wanting to discourage Beca's hilarious theories.
"And like…the three wise men, and- SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!" Beca shouted out, squeezing the life out of her wife's arm.
"That was a seven minute gap…lemme check again," Stacie said.
"Chlo…it hurts!" The brunette whimpered, dragging her sweaty palm down and into Chloe's hand. Chloe shouldn't have been enjoying how adorable her wife looked with her face scrunched up like that.
"I know, Babe, but just think: in less than a few hours we'll have a little boy or girl from it, think about holding them for the first time, we'll be parents soon," Chloe reassured her, taking Beca's mind off of the finishing contraction.
The shorter girl smiled, but the smile shortly turned into a grimace as she remembered that the contractions were only going to get rougher than this.
"Seven centimetres, only three more to go, Becs,"
"What does it feel like?" Chloe asked softly.
Beca ran her fingers through her hair, thinking of a way to phrase what she had been feeling for the last three or so hours. "Like someone dropping five fucking double decker busses and pushing it down into my goddamn-" She cut herself off with a gasp. She hadn't even fully recovered from the last ripping of her abdomen, why on earth was it happening again so soon?
Right. Because it was just her stupid luck on one of the most important days of her life.
"This is really fucked up, Becs, you shouldn't be having two contractions only a minute apart at this stage. I'm gonna go talk to my boss," Stacie said, getting worried.
"It's not gonna affect the baby, right?" Beca managed to breathe out. She would never be able to forgive herself is something wrong happened now.
"It shouldn't," Stacie said over her shoulder.
After a long, drawn out moan, Beca looked up at Chloe with fearful eyes, "I can't have a fucking kid, Chlo,"
Chloe grabbed both of her hands and drew her close, so their noses were almost touching. "Yes, Beca, you can. You're doing so well,"
She was watching Beca cry out and squirm, and it was absolutely terrifying. Beca had completely let down her guard, and seeing her wife so vulnerable was a painful sight. Chloe needed to fix it, with anything. She did the first thing she could think of.
"I'm Bulletproof, nothing to lose," Chloe started, her melodic voice ringing out and ricocheting off the walls.
Beca looked up at her, a slight smile gracing her features as she realised what Chloe was doing. Her wife was the best person she had ever met, and somehow always knew what to do.
"Fire away, fire away," The redhead continued, not breaking contact with Beca's eyes, and her eyes told a story.
As if Chloe's singing was magic, the contraction ended, and Beca, despite trying to recover from her breathless state, harmonized with her, feeling a lot calmer.
"Ricochet, you take your aim. Fire away, fire away. Shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am Titanium. You shoot me down, but I don't fall. I am Titanium." They sang in perfect sync.
As if on cue, Stacie walked back in with another, older British female doctor.
"Hello Mrs. And Mrs. Mitchell, I'm Doctor Carter. Dr Conrad tells me you're having confusion with your contractions?"
"Yeah, um, Stac- Dr Conrad says that I'm seven centimetres dilated but the contractions I'm having would suggest that I'm a lot closer to giving birth," Beca explained, fidgeting with the hospital sheets.
Dr Carter notes something down "And how far apart have these contractions been?"
Beca looked to her wife; she hadn't been counting any amount of time whatsoever.
"They've all been completely different. Some have been happening ten minutes apart, others five and the last two were hardly even thirty seconds apart. They've lasted between 1-4 minutes." Chloe said, absentmindedly stroking Beca's hand with her thumb.
"I'm just going to check if you're still seven centimetres," Dr Carter said, sitting at the end of Beca's bed. She confirmed the numbers hadn't changed with a nod, taking off her gloves and standing up.
"This isn't…this won't affect the baby in ANY way, right?" Beca asked, the same time Chloe said "Our baby's fine?"
Stacie chuckled and let out a slight 'aww' at how connected her best friends were.
"Shut it, Stacie."
"You're not supposed to call your doctor by their first name, Beca," Stacie retorted, sticking her tongue out at the brunette.
Beca scoffed. "And you're not supposed to call your patient by their first name unless they tell you to,"
"Becs, it's been seven years. Have I not earned the respect of calling you by your first name?" Stacie asked, feigning being hurt.
"Nope!"
The former Bellas continued their light banter for another minute or so, until the conversation became far too inappropriate to be said in front of Dr Carter, and Chloe cleared her throat loudly.
"That's enough, guys,"
Dr Carter raised her eyebrows at the two brunettes. "Although that was extremely unprofessional I can see that the two of you are good friends, so I'll-"
"Good friends?" Stacie interrupted. "She's the Ebenezer Scrooge of this century!"
"I love Christmas!" Beca pouted.
"Becs, your Christmas card for me last year was a blindly folded piece of paper, and on the inside all it said was 'Bah Humbug' in tiny writing,"
"Not like you're any better," Chloe scoffed. "Your housewarming gift to us was a lollipop."
"It was big enough to share!"
"Bullshit!" Beca exclaimed. "Most of it had broken off!"
"You made me think my birthday present was a box of tissues last month." Chloe said.
"Hey, stop insulting me, I'm delivering your baby."
That shut them up.
"Do you want some ice chips?" Chloe asked her wife, who was recovering from another rippling contraction. The younger girl nodded, and Chloe got up to get them.
But Beca wouldn't let go of her hand.
"Beca, baby, I need you to let go so I can get you some ice chips,"
"Don't go!" Beca said, staring up at Chloe, her midnight blue eyes wide.
"I'll be back in less than two minutes,"
"Don't leave!"
"I'm just gonna get you the ice chips, Becs, I'll be right back,"
"No!"
"Beca, I will be back in a second, let go."
Beca turned the waterworks on, sobbing and pulling on the redhead's arm.
"Beca…"
"Thisisbecauseofthebabyisntityouneverwantedtohaveababywithmebutyouwantedtoseemesuffersoyoustayedunilthelastscondbeforewalkingoutandnowyou'regonnaleavemeandfileadivorceandit'sallmyfaultyouhatemeandi'madissappointmenttoyouandyoudon'tlovemedoyouchloeyou'rejustgonnawalkoutnowandpretendineverexistedyou'rejustgonnaleavemetoraisethisbabyonmyownandneverspeaktomeagainaren'tyouchloei'msorryi'llputitupforadoptionjustpleasedon'tgochloeiloveyoui'lleengiveupthischildforyouican'tbareforyoutoleavenowchloi'llchangeipromisei'lldoeverythingyousayandiwontrunupthestairsorbesarcasticormakemixesi'llearnmoremoneyi'llbeabetterpersonchloepleaseyoucan'tdothistomeyoucan'tjustleavewhilsti'monthehospitalbedabouttogivebirthtoyourchildchlosepleaseit'snotfairi'lltryharderdon' 'regoingtogeticechipsbutiknowtheywon'tthey'lljustwalkawayandi'llhavetoraisethiskidonmyownpleasechloseineedyouthebabyneedsyoudon'tgoi'mbeggingyoupleaseiloveyousomuchchloe!" Beca cried.
Chloe only caught a little bit of the word vomit, but she heard enough to realise what was going on in Beca's head. She sighed and sat down, stroking her wife's hair and holding her close.
"Beca, I'm not leaving you, I promise. I love you too much for that,"
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Beca nodded, releasing her death grip on Chloe's hand, who kissed her forehead and left the room.
And, of course, it was just her goddamn luck that the moment Chloe left the room the strongest contraction yet came. Stacie was still there, though, so Beca crushed her hand instead, yelling and shrieking in pain.
"Breathe with me, Becs," Stacie said, breathing in and out slowly whilst she gently replaced her hand with the teddy bear that had been sitting in the cot.
Beca tried to breathe with her, but all she could manage was a much faster pace.
"Ten centimetres, you're fully dilated!" Stacie exclaimed excitedly.
"Wh-What?" Beca whimpered, eyes wide and terrified.
"As in…no more pain, you have to give birth,"
"No!" Beca said, a little louder than she intended to. "C-Chloe, I need Chloe!"
"The longer you wait the harder it's gonna be, Becs."
"I can't do this without- UGH!" She screamed as the throbbing increased. "Stace, I can't."
"You've got about five minutes before you're gonna have to push," Stacie said softly.
Beca whined. "Call her!"
Stacie took out her phone and dialled Chloe's number.
One of Beca's mixes started playing from somewhere under the bed.
"Shit!" Beca puled.
Three minutes passed, filled with Beca's constant moans and the occasional scream and Stacie trying to reassure her friend not to panic. Finally, just when Beca thought she wasn't going to make it, Chloe walked through the door carrying a plastic cup, but she ran to Beca's side after seeing the pained look etched on her face, almost dropping the cup.
"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?" Beca screeched at her.
"I got lost," Chloe said softly, wincing at her wife's tone.
"GODFUCKINGDAMMIT, CHLOE!"
"Becs you need to get ready to push," Stacie said, turning into full doctor mode.
Beca could only moan in response, but Stacie took that moan for a yes.
"You ready?"
"No!"
"On three I want you to push,"
Chloe grabbed hold of Beca's hands, taking no notice of her death grip. Beca looked up at her, eyes wide and frightened.
"One,"
Beca whimpered, eyes tightly shut. The pain was excruciating.
"Two,"
"Chlo…!" Beca called out.
"Three!"
Beca screamed out, tears fogging her vision as she pushed. She felt no movement from the baby, if anything the torture had only become harder.
"Good, Becs, deep breaths," Stacie instructed.
Beca's breath only became laboured as she choked on sobs and groans, completely disregarding what Stacie had just told her. After a few more pushes, Chloe spoke up, kissing her wife's damp forehead.
"You're doing really well," She said, her tone light and encouraging.
"FUCK YOU CHLOE! YOU'RE NEVER TOUCHING ME AGAIN I FUCKING HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE-" She cut herself off with a long, draw out throaty scream as she pushed again. "GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Chloe looked at Stacie for help, but the brunette only shrugged her shoulders helplessly. Great. She was going to miss the birth of her, their, first child. Chloe let go of her hand dejectedly and took a few steps back.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Beca growled out at her, midnight blue eyes in slits as she glared at the redhead.
Chloe froze; she had been in deep shit before, but now she was almost certain that Beca was going to murder her. "You told me to get out,"
Beca's eye twitched. Chloe was ready to dig her own grave. She hadn't seen Beca this mad since she got the wrong ice cream cone, and even then her eye wasn't twitching like this.
"You would leave your pregnant wife giving birth alone!?"
Chloe winced. "No, I was just doing what you told me to,"
"Are you ARGUING WITH ME?"
"No, definitely not," Chloe said, almost wearily.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Beca pressed, she knew was directing all the pain on Chloe and picking fights, but she couldn't care less. Every little thing the redhead had done in the past half an hour had only aggravated her to no end.
Chloe took a sharp intake of breath, mentally preparing for the grilling of her life. "Nothing, Becs, I just don't want to upset you,"
Somehow, Beca completely relaxed at this, her face almost smiling. She looked over at Chloe as if she had absolutely no idea what Chloe was doing.
"Chlo? Why are you all the way over there?"
Stacie snorted in disbelief, Beca's mood swings were absolutely hilarious, before reminding Beca that she had to push again. Beca moaned, but pushed anyway, a long string of curse words tumbling out of her mouth.
"Just a few more and it'll be out," Stacie encouraged.
Beca groaned deeply. She wasn't even sure how she hadn't died of exhaustion yet.
"Three, two, one, push."
"Push, Becs!"
"I'M FUCKING TRYING CHLOE!" Beca screamed out, cutting all blood circulation in her wife's already broken hand.
"It's crowning…"
"Oh, God!" cried Beca.
One more push, that's all it would it take. She spared a glance towards Chloe, who looked as if unicorns and mermaids had just proven to be real. The excited hopefulness plastered onto her face was all Beca needed to summon up every last ounce of energy she had, and push. The scream that was heard was both loud and high enough to deafen people, and to be perfectly honest Beca wasn't sure how Chloe didn't even flinch at the sound. But the scream that followed was particularly overwhelming.
Most would take off running at the sound, but to Beca and Chloe, it was like music to their ears.
The brunette had hardly any time to smile before Chloe smashed her lips against Beca's.
"You did it," Chloe whispered to her, and she had never seen a smile so wide on her wife's face, not even when they got married.
"Close your eyes," Stacie said excitedly, having wrapped the baby up in a blanket.
"…Why?" The former captains asked suspiciously.
"Just do it!"
Chloe and Beca both huffed, closing their eyes. The DJ's eyes snapped opened when she felt a soft, fuzzy weight being placed in her arms. Looking down, she could see that the blanket was pink.
"I told you," Beca smirked to her wife, before the reality of the situation kicked in.
"She's perfect," Chloe whispered, stroking the little girl's cheek.
"She has your hair," Beca said, choking up as she felt the tears welling up in her eyes whilst she gestured to the wisps of red atop her, their, baby's head. Just looking at her, the love both parents already shared for their little girl was extreme. It felt like a dream, and Beca half expected to wake up on someone's musty couch with no baby, no wife and no home. But she didn't wake up, it was just her luck that she somehow has a beautiful baby girl and a beautiful wife to share her with.
The girl's hands were opening and closing slowly. Chloe reached for the hand closest to her, gently playing with it.
"She's so adorable," Stacie cooed. "7 pounds 4 ounces,"
"I don't even know what that means," Beca laughed slightly, her voice cracking.
"Are you crying?" Stacie asked.
"No!" Beca said, but her voice was already wavering and collapsing. "I just have really bad allergies and she's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen!"
"Once you told me every baby looked like sacks of potatoes," Chloe giggled, in turn making Beca chuckle.
"I didn't say every baby, I said most. Anyone could see that she is like the epitome of fucking perfection," Beca said, placing a lingering kiss on their baby girl's forehead before passing her to Chloe.
"Ooh, what's her name?"
A/N: Whoa a 5300 word oneshot! Is that like a new record or something haha? Well actually it's going to be a twoshot, or I'm going to continue it into little outtakes of Bechloe and their little girl. Which should I do? Please review if you want it to just be a twoshot or for it o be a series of oneshots? Also did you like this chapter? It took me like 2 weeks to write haha, but I'm pretty proud of it. I hope you liked it!
Kisses, A.
Haha, jk,
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