The screaming cries of a three month old cut through the din of the coffee shop. Chloe and Beca had been debating bringing their teething baby out with them to meet Aubrey for coffee but she had been quiet and settled all morning so they had risked it. It turned out Charlie had been lulling them into a false sense of security because no sooner had they sat down after ordering their coffee when she started fussing. Chloe took action immediately, covering her in the wrap and trying to feed her but she wasn't hungry. Beca took over then as the hot drinks arrived and Chloe attempted to make conversation with Aubrey over the baby's cries. She nestled Charlie into the crook of her neck and rocked her, making shushing noises and patting her back. This too had no effect on the cranky little one who seemed intent on rigorously exercising her lungs.
"She has a higher belt than you, Bree," Beca joked, switching her daughter position and offered her a pacifier which she promptly spat out in favour of screaming.
"I can hear that," she chuckled, eyeing the couple with sympathetic eyes.
After 5 minutes Beca stood up and tried a combination of swaying and bouncing to quiet the baby. Aubrey looked suitably impressed by the fact that Beca was managing to drink her coffee through all her attempts to settle Charlie. Another 5 minutes of Charlie crying passed and Chloe was starting to feel bad for the other patrons of the coffee shop. She and Beca had developed a kind of immunity to the noise but she knew it must be hard for these people to enjoy their coffee with her crying; although to their credit no one was giving them anything other than sympathetic looks.
Beca caught Chloe's eye and gave her a look asking for permission to break out the secret weapon they both knew would end the screaming. Chloe cast a glance at Aubrey and then looked back at her wife giving her an affirmative nod. Beca smiled at her wife before moving Charlie to lie against her shoulder as she continued to sway and bounce from side to side.
"All these -itches, flows is my mini-me
Body smoking, so they call me young Nicki chimney.
Rappers in they feelings cause they feeling me
I give zero f- and I got zero chill in me
Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany
Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie
Gun pop and I make my gum pop
I'm the queen of rap, young Ariana run pop."
Charlie settled instantly in response to Beca's singing. Beca and Chloe shared a relieved grin as the brunette sat back down. Aubrey sat facing them with her mouth hanging open unable to believe what she had just witnessed.
"Chloe Anne Beale-Mitchell!" Aubrey gasped out in a scandalised tone. Chloe winced at the use of her full name but she couldn't help but smirk at the look Beca was giving her. "Are you seriously letting your wife rap to your 3 month old baby. That is so aca-inappropriate!"
"Hey it works," Chloe shrugged. At this point, with Charlie teething and being fussier than usual, she was just grateful they had a reliable way of soothing her.
"That's hardly the point!" Aubrey fired back. "Haven't you ever heard of nursery rhymes?"
"No Aubrey, we never considered singing nursery rhymes to our baby, we just jumped straight to the rap songs," Beca said dryly, earning herself a glare from the blonde.
"You know I might have expected something like this from you Beca, but honestly Chloe I thought you would have known better," Aubrey sighed disappointedly at her best friend.
"You think I haven't tried literally everything else to soothe her?" Chloe scoffed. "Nothing works; our girl is all about the rap songs."
"I can't believe this," she shook her head.
"Can't believe we do it or that it works?" Beca asked with a smirk.
"Both!"
"Bree it's not that big of a deal and look she's settled now so why don't we enjoy our coffee while we can," Chloe interjected knowing she didn't want to spend whatever previous amount of peace they were going to get listening to Aubrey lecture them about their parenting skills.
"Fine!" The blonde relented. "But I will be telling your mother about this!"
Chloe and Beca scared a smirk, they didn't have it in them to tell Aubrey that Mrs Beale thought the video Chloe sent her if Beca singing no diggity to their baby was both hilarious and adorable.
