Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading this dumb little story, the feedback has been so lovely to read and everything, so seriously thank you.
Any suggestions are gratefully received because I could write these two forever.
Anyway, on with this story. Let's go.
"Oh." Chloe said, eyes wide and staring at the tiny boy in the highchair who currently had Beca's index finger grasped in his chubby hand. She didn't move from standing in the archway to the kitchen, instead just running a hand through her tangled bed hair and letting it drop to her side. Beca stood in the centre of the room, her free hand tugging at the hem of her olive green jumper as she watched Chloe with wide panicked eyes. The baby continued to play with her fingers, tugging on the digits and waving them in the air with a dribbly grin.
Chloe looked from the boy to her friend again and tilted her head in confusion.
"Is he yours?" Chloe asked as she moved towards the pair of them. Beca laughed, spluttering at the question.
"No, surprisingly I think I'd remember pushing something like that out of my vagina Chlo." Beca sarcastically retorted at her friend who rolled her eyes with a tut as she pulled a chair out from under the dining table, dragging it across the tile until it was next to the highchair.
"I meant did you bring him here smartass." Chloe chided as she sat down next to the highchair, her hands settling on the plastic tray as she leant forward at eye height with the infant. At Chloe's sudden closeness, the boy turned to look at her, Beca's fingers slipping from his grip. Chloe smiled wide and lifted a hand to smooth his blond hair down gently.
"Hey there little man." She spoke softly and brightly to the wide eyed baby, who had since turned away from Beca to face the redheaded girl talking to him. Chloe moved her hand from his hair and tickled under his chin with a cooing noise. In response, the boy erupted into giggles and squirmed joyfully, making Chloe keep on tickling him whilst she giggled along with him. Beca stood above the pair of them, the adorable sight making her smile.
After a moment of silently watching them, Beca shook herself back into action, moving across the kitchen to get paper towels to clean up the pool of milk. As she knelt down to clean the liquid up, she heard Chloe begin to talk to the tiny boy.
"Oh you want this huh? Did that nasty Beca not do it for you? What a grump, hey?" She spoke to the boy, making Beca kneel up and look over to the pair.
"Hey!" She shouted in protest, making Chloe laugh as she peeled the satsuma that was sat on the tray, stacking the pieces of peel into a small pile on the kitchen island before separating the fruit into segments in her lap. She handed the boy a segment which he took with a smile before transferring it to his mouth. He bit into it and a line of juice dribbled down his chin but Chloe's index finger gently wiped it away before it dripped onto his light blue baby grow. Beca had to again shake herself from watching Chloe and the little boy interact, mopping up the last remnants of milk from the kitchen tile. She stood and threw the wad of damp paper towel into the bin listening as Chloe talked nonsense to the baby about how clever he was eating fruit all by himself.
"What are we going to do?" Beca asked from the sink as she washed her hands, looking over her shoulder at Chloe who looked up from the little boy as she handed him another segment of satsuma.
"What do you mean?" Chloe looked confused for a second before she smiled at the little boy again, breaking her gaze with Beca who was moving towards the pair again, coming to a stop next to Chloe. She leaned on the kitchen island behind Chloe's chair and leant down, one arm resting on the counter and the other resting on Chloe's shoulders. The seated girl looked up briefly at the sudden weight on her shoulder, smiling up at Beca before turning back to the little boy.
"He's not mine. I came down this morning for lasagna and he was just…" Beca waved her hand in a vague gesture at the baby before dropping it back onto Chloe's shoulder. "Here."
"Lasagna? Becs really?' Chloe sighed in disappointment at her friends poor diet, shaking her head as she raised an eyebrow at her friend.
"Really picking the wrong thing to focus on Chloe." Beca deadpanned, watching as Chloe wiped the little boys mouth again, making him giggle as he chewed the orange fruit. She then leant down, snatching a piece of the satsuma from Chloe's lap, throwing it into her mouth before Chloe could stop her.
"Well, whose is he then?" Chloe asked confused, leaning back in her chair and looking up at Beca, who just shrugged with wide eyed panic.
"I don't know! He was just here! No one else, no note, no nothing! What are we gonna do? I'm freaking out man!" Beca rambled, her voice growing progressively louder with each panicked statement. The source of her panic, sat with a mouthful of satsuma, was startled by her shrill tones and stared up at her. Chloe grabbed Beca's hands, stopping her in her rambled tirade, knowing if Beca got any louder she would make the little boy cry and then they'd really be screwed.
"Okay, okay, calm down. We can handle this." Chloe reassured her, squeezing her hands. Beca shut her mouth and nodded, comforted by her friends confidence. "You text the others and I'll finish giving this little guy some breakfast." Chloe told Beca as she turned back to continue feeding the little boy. Beca hummed in agreement, pulling her phone out of her sweatpants and starting to compose a text in her mind to send to her contact list.
As the little boy finished the last slice of satsuma, Chloe clapped her hands and grinned widely at him, laughing along with him as he giggled at her smiling face. His sticky hands reached out and tangled in her red hair, making Beca instinctively reach out to pull his hands away in protectiveness over her friend but Chloe gently untangled his fingers and waved his hands around in hers before Beca reached them.
She's a natural, Beca thought with a small smile as she watched Chloe play with the boy, making him giggle as her fingers tickled his tummy and she made funny noises at him. After a minute or so of watching the two of them, Beca was pulled from her thoughts of what Chloe's kids would look like by the subject of said thoughts tapping on her arm.
"Go and grab me some juice for little guy please Becs?" Chloe asked, still in her baby voice, not taking her eyes off the little boy. Beca moved to the fridge, opening the doors and scanning the contents for a moment before seeing the carton of apple juice in the door. She held the carton in her hand, looking at the tray of saran wrapped lasagna that sat on the shelf in front of her eyes. It took her a half second of arguing with herself before she picked the tray up too and kicked the fridge door shut. She set both items on the kitchen side, moving over to the cupboard with all of the cups in it and opening it, Chloe's bright yellow one immediately catching her eye. She picked that, a small plastic red beaker and a normal glass out, setting them on the counter. She then poured a small amount of juice into each cup, capping the carton when she was done and then transferring it back into the fridge. She picked up the two plastic cups and brought them over to Chloe, who smiled and thanked her.
Chloe carried on talking to the little boy, holding the cup up to his lips slowly and carefully so he could have a drink. He took a small mouthful so Chloe lowered the cup and wiped the excess away, waiting patiently for him to finish as she sipped at her own juice. Beca, on the other hand, drank half her juice in one go and then peeled back the saran wrap on the cold lasagna. She opened the cutlery drawer and retrieved a fork that she promptly stabbed into the pasta before picking up the tray and her glass and moving back over to the other two people in the room.
"Oh wow. Really Bec?" Chloe laughed at her friend as she shovelled a mouthful of pasta into her mouth. Beca chewed obnoxiously, pointing her fork at Chloe.
"It's the stress. I'm stress eating." She stated through a mouthful of lasagna. Chloe shook her head at her friends manners wondering briefly how she ever found the younger girl attractive. (Truth was, stood there in her sweats with bed hair and a mouthful of pasta, Chloe found her utterly adorable. Not that she would say it out loud. Nope.)
Chloe laughed and returned her focus to the boy, who had finished a good few mouthfuls of juice before he retracted from the cup with a whine, signifying that he was done. Chloe put down the cup on the counter and wiped his face a final time, before starting up another round of peekaboo with him to keep him occupied as Beca text their friends to find out just who the baby belonged to. Well, when she wasn't shoving large mouthfuls of Italian food in her face that was.
After five minutes of companionable silence as Chloe played with the baby and Beca ate her 'breakfast' and text people to no avail Chloe furrowed her brow and her hands stilled on the plastic tray. She frowned as she sniffed the air, an unknown smell hitting her nose. She looked up and over to her friend who was leaning on the kitchen island, chewing on a mouthful of food.
"Jeez Becs is that you?" Chloe grimaced, straightening in her chair and staring accusingly at the younger girl, who looked up from her phone with wide innocent eyes.
"Huh?" Beca asked, perplexed at Chloe's question.
"I know you said you were stressed but oh my god." Chloe replied, holding her t shirt over her nose at the foul smell that filled the room.
"Hey, it's not me!" Beca protested, standing straight with a cross face at Chloe's accusation. Chloe just shrugged and looked Beca up and down quickly.
"I don't know, you can let out some pretty bad smells. Not totally unbelievable." Chloe teased, hiding her smile under her t shirt that she still held over her nose protectively. Beca gasped in offence, crossing her arms and drawing her eyebrows.
"I haven't farted, oh my god!" Beca replied defensively, pointing her fork at Chloe who just laughed. Beca scowled, throwing her fork on the side before turning back to face Chloe. In an attempt to see what Chloe was even talking about, Beca breathed in the air through her nose, trying to smell whatever it was that had made Chloe accuse her.
She regretted it almost instantly as the overwhelming stench of something deeply unpleasant hit her nostrils. She dry heaved before clamping her sleeve covered hand over her nose and mouth. She knew exactly what Chloe was talking about now, though she can't say that she's ever let out anything quite that foul so she's slightly offended that Chloe would think to blame her first.
"What the actual fuck is that, oh my god." Beca exclaimed, her words muffled by the fabric of her jumper. Chloe laughed again, this time Beca joining her after a moment. They laughed at each other's reaction to the foul smell for a few seconds before they quieted again, still shielding their noses from the mystery smell.
"It's not you, is it?" Beca asked with a raised eyebrow at her red haired friend who promptly narrowed her eyes in retort.
"No douchebeat, it's not me." Chloe replied.
"Well it isn't me and it's not you then who else is it gonna-" Beca started before she was interrupted by a garble of non sensical speech from between the two girls. Both of them looked down simultaneously and sighed as they finally realised just what the stench was coming from- or more fittingly who.
"Oh shit." Beca grimaced.
"Literally." Chloe concurred.
The little boy just laughed.
