had this idea late a couple nights ago because i'm a slut for domestic and mom bechloe bye i quit c ya here u go idk let me know what you think if u want or whatever

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Beca had been at work basically all week and Chloe was officially on maternity leave, but still refused to stop doing basically everything the doctor had told her not to. She'd rotated between cleaning the house and cleaning the house again because the first time wasn't enough. They'd already baby proofed everything two months ago, even though there's obviously no way a newborn would even know to open the top left drawer by the sink with their knives in it, but Beca insisted.

She surrendered and flopped on the couch (also baby proofed because Beca was paranoid that the baby would somehow leap out of their arms and fling itself off it. Don't ask) and starting scrolling through every different social media app until she couldn't sit still any longer. It was only 4:15 and Beca wouldn't be home until around 5:45 or 6, depending on traffic.

They normally ate dinner at 7:00 after they've both changed and wound down a bit from their days at work, but Chloe could start cooking now and it would be ready by the time Beca got home. She couldn't handle sitting on the couch or sitting around any longer and it was only her second day of leave from work. She missed her class, her classroom, even the vending machine that you have to kick extra hard just to get your snack out.

She sighed, texted Beca, and then stood up and headed for the kitchen.

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It was only Wednesday afternoon and she'd already put in well over 32 hours this week. There was a new potential album coming in next week for mixing so she had to wrap up everything this week in order to focus on everything she needed to the following week.

Never mind the fact that at least twenty of the 32 hours she'd spent at the studio were for a lullaby album she was writing specifically their baby and no one else. Chloe didn't know about it- she wanted to surprise her.

She was in the middle of adding some reverb she had already removed and added only to remove again when her phone buzzed.

Baby Mama 4:57pm: Hi.

Baby Mama 4:57pm: I'm bored.

Baby Mama 4:58pm: when r u coming home?

Baby Mama 4:58pm: becaaaaaaaaaa

Baby Mama 4:59pm: don't tell me to relax i already did that today.

Beca 5:05pm: Someone's a little impatient this afternoon… I'll try to scoot out early today! no promises xoxo

Baby Mama 5:05pm: UGH. fine. see you in a bit. love you.

Beca 5:06pm: love you more xx

She put her phone back on her desk across the room to eliminate the distraction. Once she finished this track she was good to go home. She could have it finished in no time, she just needed to focus- which was particularly hard when her wife was sending her snapchats of her boredom. The DJ decided she'd had enough and closed everything up, locked her office door and headed out for the day, thirty-five minutes earlier than usual.

She was amazed at how light the traffic was, she should leave earlier more often! But then that would mean she would have to get up earlier and there was no way in hell she was about to make that sacrifice.

As she pulled her matte black land rover (she's badass, okay?) into their driveway she couldn't help but smile like an idiot knowing Chloe had no idea she was home early. Chloe always got excited whenever Beca came home, but she very rarely would come home early- it was always later than planned.

She locked her car manually from the inside so it didn't beep and tiptoed up to put the key in the front door, even though there was no way Chloe would be able to hear anything. Successfully making it through the front door with her keys placed softly in the bowl under the coat rack, she hung up her jacket and crept into the kitchen.

Chloe knew she was home, but she didn't want Beca's surprise to be ruined. It didn't help when the girl insisted on listening to the stereo so incredibly loud in her car that the entirety of Southern California could hear it. She knew it was her the second her car pulled up in the drive.

Beca walked her way into the kitchen, smile growing even wider when she saw Chloe decked out in her favorite sweatpants and oversized Barden shirt while standing in front of the stove. She walked up slowly and wrapped her arms around her now larger waist and rested her chin on Chloe's shoulder.

"Hey baby." she smiled and gently kissed her wife's shoulder while placing and rubbing Chloe's stomach gently.

"Hey you." Chloe laughed.

"Ahem, I wasn't talking to you."

Beca unraveled herself from her wife and turned them to face each other before crouching down to talk to her un-born child, which for a while she thought was weird as fuck, but apparently it's actually beneficial or some shit. She audibly and overdramtically gasped, "Looks like Mommy is trying to interrupt us again. Guess we might as well get used to it." Chloe threw her head back and laughed while swatting her wife's arm, "oh shut up."

Beca stood back up and wrapped her arms around the redhead's neck and leaned in for a kiss that they both ended up smiling into, much like they did every day when they both got home.

"Hi." Chloe said softly after pulling away and resting their foreheads together. Beca hummed in return and placed another gentle peck on her wife's lips. She pulled away slowly and craned her neck back to the stove, without removing her arms from around Chloe, "food?"

"Yep. But you can't have any. Not until you go wash up."

"Wash up? What am I four?"

"No food for you until you're clean missy." she removed Beca's arms from around her neck and turned back to the stove. Beca turned and pouted before turning to the kitchen sink. Chloe had gone full blown germaphobe lately after reading twelve too many articles on germs and babies and the correlation of the two.

"No! not there, I have to drain the pasta. Go to the bathroom."

"The bathroom? I've been banished to washing my hands in the freakin' bathroom? If I wanted treatment like this I would have just called dad and Shelia. Yeesh." she walked down the hall to the guest bathroom and turned on the sink, not actually washing her hands - just letting the water run to fool Chloe.

"I know what you're doing!" she said between laughs, "I know where those fingers have been! Wash your damn hands Mitchell!"