This will be a short story; 3 - 5 chapters. Inspired by "Homegrown" by Zac Brown Band.
Beca was leaning on a pine tree looking out across her land. The neighbors thought it was a waste that with all the land she had, she didn't have a farm on it. Though Beca had to concede that the land was perfect for a farm, and Chloe would probably love living on a farm, neither she nor Chloe had the desire or time required to do all the work and upkeep involved. They did keep a small vegetable garden on the east side of the house.
Beca looked down at her watch. It was nearly five o'clock which meant that Aubrey would be here soon, all the kids in tow. She basked in the summer sun for a few more minutes before she got up and went back to the house.
Chloe was in the kitchen cooking the normal feast that they had at their house every Sunday night. Beca wrapped her arms around her wife.
"Hey baby," Beca said.
Chloe turned around to kiss her wife of twelve years.
"God, all these years and you still take my breath away," Beca said when they broke the kiss.
"You've already got me, Mitchell," Chloe said, "No need to kiss ass, now."
"Watch your language around the little one," Beca said. She slid down to her knees placing a tender kiss on Chloe's round belly. "Don't listen to your silly, mommy," Beca said to her unborn child. "When you find the love of your life, cherish them, never let them forget how important they are to you, how much you love them, how lucky you feel that you get to call them yours. I hope with all my heart that you find the person who makes you feel like your mommy makes me feel." Beca placed another small kiss on her wife's stomach before she stood up and took her lips in her own once more.
"Such a charmer," Chloe said.
"But I'm your charmer," Beca said.
Beca heard the front door open and the patter of footsteps through the front of the house.
"Momma! Mommy!"
Beca came out from behind the counter and squatted down as her kids ran into her arms.
Beca and Chloe had five beautiful children. Their oldest, Elizabeth, was ten years old. She had dirty blonde hair, which she refused to cut. She had Beca's navy blue eyes, which made sense as Beca had carried her. She was tall for her age, only a few inches shorter than Beca was. She'd been named after Aubrey, and ironically, she was almost exactly like Aubrey, except much more relaxed, and of course her eyes.
Hayley was seven years old, and the spitting image of her mother. Red hair, blue eyes, infectious smile. Her personality on the other hand was much more like Beca's. Quiet, observant, stubborn, creative.
Joseph and Quinn were five. Everyone had been surprised when Beca and Chloe had announced to their friends and family that Beca was carrying twins. Nobody knew how such a small person could manage them. Joseph was the older than his twin sister by seven minutes. They both had brown hair and Beca's navy blue eyes. They were both bubbly, bright and beautiful like Chloe with no sense of personal boundaries.
Keegan was the youngest at two years old. The toddler had red hair and blue eyes. He was by no means quiet, but he was shy around people he didn't know. He was a momma's boy through and through.
Aubrey entered the kitchen a few moments after the kids. She had her three year old daughter, Caitlyn on her hip, and her seven year old son, Justin followed behind, his eyes firmly glued to the game in his hands.
"Jesse's flight just got in," Aubrey said. "He says he's just going to run home and change before he comes over."
"Perfect," Chloe said. "He'll probably be here right around the time we sit down for dinner then."
"So how was your day with Aunt Aubrey?" Beca asked her kids. "Did you behave?"
Joey and Quinn exploded, telling Beca every little detail of everything they'd done that day. Beca smiled, listening to her kids talk so animatedly
It wasn't long before Beca's father, Warren, step-mother, Sheila, and fifteen year old half-sister Danielle showed up. They only lived a few towns over, so they came to dinner most Sundays.
The house wasn't big enough to seat everyone comfortably for dinner, so they had dinner outside most of the time. The house had originally been a four-bedroom farmhouse, but when Beca was pregnant with the twins, they added an addition to the house, which provided a new master bedroom and a playroom for the kids. With a sixth child on the way, they were working on finishing the basement with more bedrooms and another bathroom.
"Hey dad," Beca greeted her father.
"Hey, Bec," Warren said.
"It's good to see you, dad," Beca said.
"You saw me last week," Warren said.
"And I said the same thing last week," Beca said. "And the week before that, and the week before that."
"So are you going to tell me if I'm having another granddaughter or grandson?" Warren asked.
"Nope," Beca said, popping the 'p'. "You're going to have to wait just like everyone else."
Beca stood on the porch, watching everyone interact on the tables below, sipping her ice cold beer. Jesse had arrived five minutes earlier and went to the backyard to see his wife and kids. She was waiting for Chloe to come out of the house, and everyone else was waiting for the pair of them so they could start eating. The little ones in particular were starting to get crabby.
Chloe came out of the house, and wrapped her arms around her wife, perching her head on Beca's shoulder. Beca's head leaned slightly to rest against Chloe's. Beca felt an overwhelming sense of pure contentment in this moment. With Chloe's arms wrapped around her, and her family all together; she loved these moments, she lived for these moments.
Beca turned around to face her wife. She brushed a piece of hair out of Chloe's face, and pulled her wife in for a gentle kiss. She smiled at her wife as they broke, taking Chloe's hand in her own.
"Shall we?" Beca asked.
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