Bechloe prompt: Chloe was cooking and burned her hand. Beca being insensitive doesn't help so when little Emily helps Chloe beca gets jealous because of all the hugs and kisses Emily's getting


"Beca, could you please get off your computer and help Em with her hair?! I don't want her blow-drying it by herself."

Sure, Beca hears her wife, who's cooking dinner in the kitchen a few feet away from her. She's just too busy to respond. She needs to get this mix out before six and it was twenty to.

Working from house out has its perks. She gets to sleep in, spend time with her wife and kid, and do nothing all day if she pleases to. But there was also a down side to it; trying to get things done with too much going on around her. Too much noise, too much calling of Beca's name and too many questions.

"I heard you, Chlo!" Beca snaps at Chloe's fourth attempt to get the girl's attention.

"Then would you please go?! I'm trying to get dinner ready and all you do is sit behind that damn screen."

Beca hears the agitation in her wife's voice, but chooses to ignore it. "I'll go in a minute, she's probably not even out the shower yet." Beca has to finish this first, time is running out and she's two steps away from being almost fine, as her friend and Emily's godmother Aubrey would say.

Almost a minute goes by of complete and utter silence, but then Beca hears it. That cracking sound of the seventh step of the staircase. The one she always skips when she comes home late after a long day, when she's careful not to awake Chloe and Emily. She hears the two small feet reaching the tiled floor and is met with her daughter's smiling face, hair completely soaked and leaving a trace of water everywhere.

Beca knows she's fucked.

"Mommy, you said mom was gonna do my hair!"

Beca feels Chloe's deathstare from across the room; too scared to meet her eyes, she acts like she's not noticing anything.

"Mom was supposed to, yes." Chloe tells the little girl, wrapping one of the kitchen towels around Emily's hair to keep from making an even bigger mess. "I'll do your hair in a minute, baby. Just hold on."

Beca can see Chloe running around in the kitchen; now between chopping up tomatoes and keeping an eye on the chicken in the oven, she also has to deal with an impatient Emily. Beca would feel bad, if she didn't only have six minutes left to send in her work.

"Ah, god- for freaking's sake!"

Beca jumps up instantly and finds her wife near the oven.

"Dang that fudging mother-smucking oven!"

Beca still can't help it but chuckle when she uses fake curse words. Chloe started them for their daughter's sake, but now she uses them everywhere, even when they're alone. "Babe, put it under the cold tap!" Beca tries to guide Chloe towards the sink, but Chloe pushes her away.

"Get off of me, Beca!" Chloe yells, walking away from her and out of the kitchen.

Full name. Great.

Beca grabs some ice out the freezer and wraps it in a towel. "Come here, Em. You go put this on mommy's hand, okay? Mommy has auwie. You have to take care of her."

Emily happily takes the towel with ice and makes her way over to Chloe who has taken a seat on the couch.

Beca remembers to turn off the oven before heading back to her computer; Chloe would seriously hurt her if she didn't do that one thing.

"Does it hurt a lot, mommy?"

"Not with you here, baby."

Beca can still hear the pain in her wife's voice from across the room. She knows she has to finish this quick and join her family on the couch, or this is gonna be a huge fight later.

"Do you want kisses, mommy? You always give me kisses and they always make me feel better!"

Beca wonders how a kid can be so perfect; she knows Chloe gets full credit for that. She taught her to be loving and kind. All Beca did was teach her how to make fart noises with her hand and her armpit.

Beca catches a glimpse of Emily kissing Chloe's hand and her wife in return kissing her head and tickling the little girl's stomach, allowing great laughs to come from her mouth.

A smile forms itself on Beca's face and she turns back to her screen, hits send and makes her way to the couch, joining her love in the tickling fight she's in with their daughter.

Chloe still hasn't looked at her, though, and Beca feels like she has to fix this right now. "Hey Em, how about your go get Bowsie the Blow-dryer and we'll do your hair here."

Emily immediately runs off towards the stairs and Beca takes a seat next to Chloe, looking at her intensely, but her wife keeps her eyes away from her.

"How's your hand?"

"It's fine. Because of Em." Chloe spits out.

"Hey, I gave her the ice! Doesn't that count for something?" Beca chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. So far, it doesn't do any good; Chloe's still sitting arms crossed and angry looking beside her. "You know, I can give kisses, too." Beca kisses her cheek once and feels Chloe's jaw tighten under her touch.

"Don't, Becs. I'm seriously angry at you."

If Beca's learned anything in all these years with Chloe Beale, it's that she doesn't call her 'Becs' if she's really, truly angry. "Okay, well I'm angry, too." Beca says with a hint of sarcasm, copying her wife's body language and staring straight ahead with her arms crossed.

"Why are you angry?!"

"Because, you're never so over me like you were all over Em just now." Beca acts to sound sincere, but the small smile probably gives her away.

"You're an ass, you know that?' Chloe chuckles and Beca showers her cheek and neck with kisses