Beca found the house oddly quiet when she arrived home from work. She kicked off her shoes and hung her keys on the hook by the door. She made her way up the stairs in search of her girls, looking forward to cuddles from both of them after a long day. When her foot hit the final step she could hear Chloe's voice coming from the nursery. She tiptoed towards the room leaning against the doorway as she watched Chloe pacing the floor with Charlie nestled against her shoulder.
"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realise there's nothing left.
Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long that even my my momma thinks that my mind is gone," Chloe sang softly to the infant in her arms. A smug grin crept across Beca's face as she realised waft she had caught her wife doing.
"But I ain't ever crossed a man that didn't deserve it, me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of.
You better watch how you're talkin' and where you're walkin' or you and your homies might be lined in chalk," Beca joined in with her wife's singing, her alto voice blending with Chloe's soprano tone as seamlessly as it did that first time they sang together in the shower stall all those years ago.
Chloe turned quickly when she heard Beca's voice, a look of guilt at being caught singing Gangsta's paradise to their 3 month old baby crossing her face.
"Busted!" the brunette sang teasingly, the classic Mitchell smirk in place.
"No, Beca you don't understand," she began to explain herself. "There is something very wrong with our baby! I have tried literally everything else I could think of to settle her and nothing worked! She only responds to rap music!"
Beca chuckled at how flustered Chloe was getting.
"Why are you laughing? This is serious!" She admonished her giggling wife.
"Like I told you already it's not that big of a deal," Beca rolled her eyes, approaching her wife and baby. She wrapped her arm around Chloe's waist and leaned in to press a kiss to both their cheeks.
"It's not a big deal now maybe, but what are we going to do when we get called into her nursery to explain why while all the other kids are humming the wheels on the bus our baby is rapping 99 problems!" She frowned at her wife which only made Beca laugh more.
"I think you're over-reacting a little Chlo," she shook her head. "There's no way a toddler would have the language skills to do 99 problems."
"Not the point!" Chloe huffed.
"Babe relax, it's just the rhythm she finds soothing," Beca tried her best to reassure her wife.
Chloe heaved a defeated sigh; she knew she was making a big deal out of something stupid, she just found it incredibly strange that Charlie only responded to rap music.
"Alright so maybe it's not the crisis I'm making it out to be but you have to admit it's kind of weird," Chloe reasoned.
"I'd expect nothing less from our kid," Beca chuckled lightly. "At least we know she already has decent taste in music, one less thing to worry about when she gets older!"
"You know I'm not entirely sure how, but I'm inclined to believe that this is somehow your fault," Chloe teased.
"That's ok," Beca shrugged. "If Aubrey ever finds out about this she's going to blame me too."
