Bold – Beca
Bold and Italics - Chloe
Chapter 3: It's kicking
Chloe wanted nothing more than to get home to Beca and the baby (well, Beca's stomach, but still) and just cuddle on the couch with her. It was all she needed at this point. She'd had a long day, her sixth graders had failed their spelling tests (again), resulting in her getting shouted at by the Head of English.
"Again, Beale? How many times are these kids going to fail their exams until you realise you have to change your style of teaching?!"
Chloe ducked her head, fidgeting under the angry gaze of her boss. It really was just her goddamned luck that the children had failed that test, she had been trying so hard just to get them good results.
"Are you listening to me? What is it going to take for those kids to actually learn something for a change, hm? A new teacher, perhaps?" Thomas said pointedly.
Chloe's head snapped up then. Was Thomas really threatening her position? She really couldn't afford to lose her job, what with Beca and their unborn child. Although they probably could live off of the amount of money Beca's just starting to earn now anyway, she still needed the money. She would never not need the money.
"Or maybe you need to be at a different job?"
Chloe shook her head softly.
"So, pray tell me, what could possibly be so difficult about teaching eleven year olds how to spell atrocious that you cannot accomplish it?"
"Nothing, sir," Chloe mumbled under her breath.
"Then what is it, Beale? It's not as if you have anything else you could possibly be worrying about, is it?"
Something in the redhead snapped. Her usual warm and welcoming eyes turned cold, narrowing into slits.
"For your information; my wife is currently five months pregnant. She had problems in the early stages and I'm sorry that every second I spend away from her is dangerous! Who's there to protect her if she falls? Or gets hurt? Or if the baby starts troubling her? You think I don't have other things to worry about? For the past month all I've been thinking about is her and the baby's wellbeing! Who knows what could happen when I'm not there! So I'm sorry, Thomas, that I have more important things to worry about than whether or not eighteen eleven year olds can spell atrocious!" Chloe all but screamed at her boss, tears springing into her eyes at the thought of something bad happening to Beca whilst she was teaching.
"Oh, your wife, is it? Tell me, Beale, what's her name?"
"Beca. Mitchell." Chloe growled. Thomas still looked rather skeptical, something Chloe found was just plain rude.
"Don't believe me? Look." She took out her phone and showed him the lockscreen, which was of her and Beca eating ice cream. Stacie had snapped the picture earlier that year when neither had been looking; Beca was trying to lick some ice cream off of her nose with her eyes crossed as she focused on the little blob, and Chloe was laughing at her, unaware that her own ice cream was dripping down the cone and onto her hand.
"Last I heard that was your best friend."
"Yeah, well a person can mean two different things to someone." Chloe stated.
Thomas still looked slightly as if he didn't believe her.
Her phone pinged with a notification. Snapchat from Preggers tap to view.
"Let's tap, shall we?" Thomas said.
"Fine, maybe then you'll actually believe I have other things to worry about." Chloe scoffed confidently, unlocking her phone.
She tapped on the video Beca had sent her. It showed the brunette's stomach, and her hand was on top of it. If you looked closely enough you could see Beca's hand moving ever so slightly.
"I know you're probably teaching or something right now but the baby's kicking! I wish you were here, babe, see you later, I love you!" Beca said in the background, and it sounded as if she had been crying.
Chloe stared blankly at her phone. Their baby was kicking, actually kicking, for the first time and she had missed it. How? She hadn't been there.
Just her luck.
Another ping. Self-acclaimed Pregnant Badass has sent you several iMessages.
The baby made me mess up my latest project! I deleted it by accident! That's why it sounds like I've been crying…sorry if I scared you, Chlo. I can't believe it, it's supposed to be due tomorrow as well!
I've been working on it all week!
Oh my god forgte I told you anything now I'm crying again just thinking about it…fucking hormones! So annoying.
Forgt*
Orget**
Foget***
Shit
You know what I mean.
This isn't fair!
Goddammit, Chloe, you just had to make me upset didn't you!
Whatever…just, bring Chinese home, okay? Chicken Chow Mein? I am STARVING.
We're out of peanut M&m's.
AGAIN.
Seriously?
I thought you said you brought enough for the week?
It's TUESDAY and they're already gone.
You're the WORST.
P.S. I Love You, drive safely xx
Can we go to M&m world?
You've read these but haven't responded.
Oh, so you're ignoring me now, huh?
Fine. Whatever. Ignore your wife (who is carrying YOUR child!), like I care.
I mean it, I don't give a shit.
…
I'm not going to talk to you.
I'm serious, you're sleeping on the couch.
Chlo?
…I'm really sorry…
For whatever it is I did…
I promise I won't do it again…
Is it because I finished the M&m's?
I'll buy us some more?
I'm sorry.
I love you…
Don't ignore me?
Please?
Chloe rolled her eyes at her wife's frantic change of mood. Only Beca would blame her for something she wasn't even there to witness. She began to type out a message but decided against it; she didn't want to end up sleeping on the couch again. Instead she said: Not ignoring u babe, in meeting with boss, will be home by 5 latest. I love you too Xx
Five? I'm starving, Chlo! That's a whole hour! I need to eat!
have a sandwich
There's no seeded bread! No way am I eating the plain white bread…it's literal filth.
I had that this morning!
Doesn't not make it filth! JuST means you ate the filth!
You're actually SUCH a savage.
I married a savage.
I'm having a savages child.
Lord help me.
This kid better not like savage food as well
I'll have u kno that filth with jam spread is delish and Im NOT a savage, nor will our baby be a savage.
wHOA guys! She used a full stop!
I repeat:
A FULL STOP
This is serious business!
No no no stop talking about your savage food please especially not with jam it's making me feel really sick.
HELL to the NO will our child be a savage.
Not on my watch.
U dont have a watch
You know what I mean!
How's the meeting going? Is it about that spelling test? How'd the test go? I know you were up like all night preparing it, you work so hard, seriously, Red, it's just a spelling test! You're not even the kid that's taking it!
Not as well as I hoped
Is the bossman grilling you for the results? I'll come to that school right now and kick his sorry ass right back to wherever the fuck it came from.
Hey! calm down theres no need for any asskicking
Anyways if u did that I'd lose my job and u'd be arrested for assaulting someone and/or mistreatment of property
And we rlly dont wanna repeat of ur freshman year
I'll explain later xxx
"I'm sorry," Thomas apologised, making Chloe jump and whip around to find him reading over her shoulder. She had forgotten he was even there.
"Sorry for what?" she asked, raising a, slightly mocking, eyebrow at her boss.
"For everything. For "grilling" you, as your wife puts it, and for doubting you in more ways than one. I can see that you really are trying to get these kids good grades and now that I know of the situation I won't be so fast to tell you off," He said with a slight smile.
"Thank you." Chloe said quietly, not quite meeting his eyes.
"Just one question, Chloe. If you're married, why are you calling yourself Miss Beale, and not Mrs?"
"Beca didn't really want me to expose that I'm Mrs Mitchell here,"
"Why?"
"Because she's a music producer and she's recently started working with the big artists. Neither of us want the paparazzi involved with our family for now, so we're trying to refrain from being followed. If the paparazzi knew I worked here I would be followed pretty much everywhere."
Chloe giggled at how surprisingly well her 'grilling' had gone, taking her spot in their driveway and basically skipping through the front door.
"Becs, I'm home!" she said, taking off her shoes at the front door. There was no response.
"Marco?" Chloe called out, knowing that Beca could never resist Marco Polo.
"Polo!" her wife replied from the downstairs toilet.
The redhead walked further down the hall, stopping in front of the bathroom door to wait for the short brunette, who emerged a few moments later.
"Everything okay?" the redhead asked lightly.
Beca nodded, pulling the redhead closer and treating her to a long, heavy kiss. When Chloe finally pulled away, gasping for breath, their cheeks were red and lips swollen.
"I missed you," Beca said softly.
"I missed you, too," Chloe replied, before smirking "is that why you were non-stop texting me earlier?"
"I was bored," the brunette shrugged, walking to the living room and plopping down on the loveseat. "Did you get the Chinese?"
Chloe's eyes widened comically and she bit her lip apologetically.
"You didn't get it!?" Beca asked angrily, her voice raising.
"Course I got it, Bec," Chloe said with a roll of her eyes, leaving the room momentarily to retrieve the bag of take-away.
"Chicken chow mein?" Beca asked hopefully.
"No sprouts, at the bottom to keep it warm," Chloe nodded, handing Beca her box and cutlery.
"You're the best," Beca smiled gratefully, tearing her box open and stuffing a forkful into her mouth, letting out a deep moan the second she tasted the noodles.
"You like it?" Chloe asked amusedly, carefully opening her own box of egg-fried rice and taking a few grains with her chopsticks.
Beca shoved in another two forkfuls, nodding. "I swear, Chinese food has never tasted better than this,"
"Slow down, you're going to get indigestion." Chloe giggled softly.
"But I'm so hungry!" the DJ whined, stuffing in another two mouthfuls.
"Beca." Chloe warned, her teacher-like glare having no effect on her wife, who only kept on inhaling her box.
Once Beca had sucked up every last noodle, she put the box on the coffee table and turned to her redhead.
"How was your day?" She asked. It was almost like a necessity for Beca, she couldn't go a day without hearing about her productivity.
Chloe rolled her eyes. "You're such a conversationalist." Beca shrugged. She couldn't stand small talk, yet it was all she could do to start a conversation. "It was okay…you got me out of losing my job,"
"What?" Beca asked, eyes popping. "You almost lost your job?"
"Key word: Almost," Chloe winked.
"How?"
"Well I couldn't get the kids to spell atrocious. Also I told my boss. Everything." Chloe admitted, shrinking into her seat.
"He knows?"
"I had to! He didn't even believe me until he saw our conversation…prick," She finished, eyes narrowing just thinking about Thomas. She turned, sitting cross-legged across from Beca, sapphire eyes lighting up excitedly and a great grin gracing her face. "Did the baby actually kick!?"
Beca's face lit up, she would never readily admit it, but she really enjoyed being pregnant. "It did! It moved, then it started kicking, and it didn't stop for five minutes!"
Chloe squealed, running her hand atop Beca's stomach. Her joy was short-lived, however, when she pouted, averting her eyes. "I wish I was there,"
"Well it'll probably happen again later,"
"No, but like for the first time! I wish I was with you,"
Beca shrugged. "Don't see the difference,"
"Of course you wouldn't," The redhead giggled, before jumping up. "Let's watch a movie!"
"But Chlo…" Beca whined. "I don't like movies!"
"You'll like this one,"
"Don't you have like, marking to get on with or something?"
"Or something," Chloe said, smirking.
She thundered up the stairs, all four flights, and retrieved the DVD she'd brought earlier that day. She then sprinted into the kitchen, getting two jumbo packs of peanut M&m's out of the crate.
"Elephant feet!" Beca shouted from the living room, making Chloe roll her eyes. Beca had been teasing her about this for several years now, the fact that the redhead would downright stomp around the house with no intention of doing so, and usually she would reply with a crude joke, but she didn't want to make the brunette cry (again).
She made a face at Beca as she walked in, turning the DVD player and the TV on.
"You're welcome," She said, chucking the M&m's to her DJ before taking her seat.
"I take it back; you're the best wife ever, I love you," Beca grinned, opening the packet and snuggling into Chloe's side. "What are we watching?"
"You'll see,"
The screen lit up.
"Marley and me? What is this, who's Marley?"
Chloe rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that day. "Have you seriously never heard of Marley and me? Not even the book?"
The brunette hid her face in her wife's side, blushing. It really did not go down well with the redhead when Beca hadn't heard of a book, English being one of her many passive-aggressive passions. Chloe passed her the DVD case, and upon seeing the cover Beca grinned.
"Is it about a dog?" She asked excitedly, scrutinizing the cover. Another thing the brunette would never readily admit; she was a sucker for dogs. All breeds, all shapes and all sizes. Whether it was big or small, bulldog or Maltese, she loved them all. In fact, she had been meaning to get a dog for a while now. Chloe criticized the shorter girl sometimes, like when they'd just be walking on the street and every damned dog Beca sees she would have to pet or take a picture of. Chloe thinks one day a dog's going to bite her finger off, and she's probably right. But Beca loved dogs.
"Oui, madame, faire taire," Chloe said, placing a finger over the younger girl's lips.
"Just because you know French doesn't mean you have all power," Beca mumbled.
Twenty minutes into the film Chloe started squirming.
Thirty minutes into the film Chloe's legs started bobbing up and down.
Forty minutes into the film Chloe squeaked, gently pushing Beca into a sitting position before running off to the bathroom. Beca snorted, having sensed the redhead needed to use the toilet for the last half hour, pausing the movie to wait for her.
But then the baby started kicking.
Beca let out a gigantic gasp, screaming. "CHLOE!"
She heard a short exclamation, which sounded oddly like a profanity, and Chloe thundering down the hall.
"What!?" She huffed in annoyance.
"Thebabyskickingitskicking!" Beca squealed, frantically waving Chloe over.
The redhead bounded over with a look of pure fascination on her face. Beca grabbed her wife's hand, strategically placing it over the exact spot she could feel the soft, un-rhythmic pounding. Chloe's face lit up, even more than usual, as she stared with wonder from Beca to her stomach.
"This is- this…you're spectacular, baby," Chloe stammered out, her eyes wide as she stared into Beca's dark ones, which were shining.
"Who are you talking to, me or the baby?" Beca replied with half a smirk. She tried to play any sort of compliments off as not caring about them, but Beca was practically glowing with pride.
"I'm serious!" Chloe laughed, pressing both hands to Beca's stomach. "You're the most amazing woman in the world,"
"Now, I don't know about that. There's always Emma Watson,"
"And I love you. So much," Chloe finished, ignoring Beca's comment and moving a hand to cup the DJ's face, bringing her in for a sweet kiss.
Beca pulled away after a few seconds. "I love you too, Chloe,"
Chloe pressed play on the film, letting her wife snuggle back into her side, keeping her arms around her swollen stomach. It took Beca all of five minutes to fall asleep, making the older girl chuckle; forty-five minutes was a new record for a movie Beca didn't know anything about. All Chloe could think about was if their baby was going to be the new Jesse Swanson. It was kicking all throughout the movie, and she wasn't quite sure if that was a good or bad thing.
A/N: So here's the plan guys; I'm gonna do pregnant Beca, Taylor, pregnant Beca, Taylor. SO basically the chapters will alternate like chapter 3 pregnant beca chapter 4 5 year old Taylor. Does that make sense?
Disclaimer: I own absolutely NOTHING I don't own M&m or Marley and me or Pitch Perfect or just about anything I mentioned in this chapter. Apart from the plot. I own the plot.
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