Just Her Luck
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A/N: HI! GUYS GUYS OMG I UPDATED HOW COOL IS THAT OMG HOPE YOU LOVEEEEE IT I FEEL LIKE THERE ARE GOOD PART AND NOT SO GOOD PARTSS THAT I WROTE AT 2AM BUT I HOPE IT ALL MAKES SENSE AND IS OKAY AND THERE ARE NO MISTAKES .
Oh, Taylor has that problem that a lot of toddlers have when they change their L's to W's without realising. And she developed this AFTER she said her first word so when she said taylor for the first time she said it correctly, but now she said "Taywor"
Taylor is two and three quarters, three in two weeks. (The amount of times I changed her age writing this chapter is unbelievable haha)
Chapter 10: Airports and Snowflakes pt 1
"Come on, Tay," Chloe said, picking up the two year old as she heard their flight being called. Beca stood up from where she had been lying over three different seats and stretched with an over-exaggerated yawn, grabbing her and Taylor's carry-on bags and following her wife to the boarding area.
"It's too early for this," Beca complained, practically dragging their bags along, albeit they had hardly anything in them.
"You're the one that suggested we get there at a time in the day so we can settle in and have some fun on our first day instead of sleeping through it." Chloe shot back, giving the woman their tickets and her and Taylor's passports.
"Yeah, but I didn't think we'd be catching the 4am flight. We could have still gotten the 9am and gotten there at 2pm," She grumbled, resisting the urge to roll her eyes when the boarding woman gasped and began to stutter when she checked her passport and realised she was boarding the famous Beca Mitchell and her family.
"Then it would have been two hours before the sun went down, and we wouldn't have been able to do anything," Chloe giggled, watching her wife with a raised brow from behind the threshold.
"Thank you," Beca smiled as the woman let her through. The woman stuttered again and Beca somehow managed to hold in her snort as she led her redheads through the little passage and out towards the plane.
Chloe was carrying Taylor in a way that the little girl had a view of everything behind Chloe, and she began to giggle as Beca made faces at her. Then the brunette walked a little faster so she could tap her daughter's nose.
"Are you excited to go to Alaska?" She asked, grinning at the toddler.
Taylor nodded vigorously, sticking her thumb in her mouth and resting her head against her redheaded mother's shoulder. Beca pursed her lips and gently removed the thumb.
"Baby girl, I've told you before. You can only suck your thumb when you're asleep, okay? You can't keep doing it in the day or it will become too much of a habit,"
"Becs, she's probably half asleep as it is. It really is too early for her to be awake, yet alone fully functioning at LAX," Chloe sighed.
"Well then I guess me and her are on the same page," Beca grumbled quietly. Her stomach dropped as she saw the plane they were about to board. Here's the thing about Beca – she really isn't scared of anything. Really. Unless you count moths, spiders, appendicitis, the creepy man who lives at number 32, needles and heights.
Well, maybe she's scared of a few things.
But those are all reasonable fears, right? Moths flutter around and pretend to be butterflies when they're obviously less attractive, no-mouth, clothes-eaters that don't do anything for you or for anyone else, and don't even get her started on house moths. Spiders are naturally freaky, like, what rational creature has eight legs, that many eyes and is still that hairy and big and creepy? It's literally the devil. And appendicitis is a common disease, she just doesn't want to get it. It's right to be afraid of the creepy man, and if she ever catches him doing anything somewhat suspicious she will press charges, now Beca's extra careful with the curtains and Taylor and such, that man just doesn't seem right. Needles are long and pointy and scary and they hurt you. But heights. Heights are probably her number one fear. Chloe, Aubrey and Stacie often joke that it's a good thing Beca is so close to the floor, as she's so afraid of heights. And honestly, they're right. Whenever she is five or more feet of the ground, she gets nervous and scared and she can barely even think of the possibilities of her falling and breaking her neck. So, naturally, being 30,000 feet high in the air is pretty damn scary to her. Now, none of this is really ideal, considering her job does sometimes consist of travelling through the air to get to another country or state, but she tries to avoid those types of trips at all costs. Now, add this fear of heights with the fear of the plane crashing with the slightest of turbulence, and you've got yourself one pisstake of a plane rider.
They're sitting in their seats ready for take-off, and Beca is freaking out. Despite both mothers wanting to sit next to Taylor, at the moment Chloe was in the aisle seat, Beca was in the middle and Taylor was seated by the window. The little redhead had her hands and faced pressed to the glass, excitedly watching for something, anything to happen. It really was quite funny how Beca was doing the complete opposite; she had her eyes screwed shut and was tightly gripping onto her wife's hand, absolutely dreading the moment went something, anything happened. She already had her neck pillow on, and was ferociously chewing a stick of gum in the hopes that her ears didn't pop in the middle of take-off. The pilot said to buckle their seatbelts and don't take them off until instructed, as they were about to take off, and Beca bit her lip.
"Momma, wook!" The toddler gasped, tugging on Beca's sleeve and pointing outside the window, where the grass and the pavement was moving, faster and faster, and they were being lifted slowly and surely into the air.
Beca, not wanting to upset the bubbly girl on her first plane journey, looked outside and felt a jolt in her stomach as the plane went higher and higher. She quickly turned her head away and grimaced. "Oh, god,"
"Are you okay?" Chloe asked her softly. She could distinctly remember the last time she was on the plane with Beca, the brunette had almost lost her shit and it was not an enjoyable ride.
Beca nodded, keeping her eyes cast down at her lap. Taylor glanced at her and noticed she wasn't looking out the window.
Taylor frowned. "Momma, wook!" She demanded, looking back out the window and giggling as she saw LA getting smaller and smaller.
Beca shook her head violently, closing her eyes and tightening her grip on her wife.
"Why?" Taylor pouted.
"Momma doesn't like to look out the window on plane journeys, T, she'll look out later. Don't force her," Chloe said with a small smile.
"Why?"
"Because lift off is scary for me, Tay," Beca said quietly, willing herself to open her eyes and look at the little girl. She then looked out the window, noticing that they were above the clouds. She breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Why?"
"God, I thought the asking questions 24/7 stage was typically when a kid is five, not three," Beca joked half-heartedly to Chloe, who chuckled.
"Well technically she's two,"
"Almost three, then." Beca shrugged, then turned to their daughter. "Well, I'm afraid of heights, Tay. I don't like to be up high in the air, I like staying firmly on the ground where nothing can go wrong."
"Why?"
"Jesus." Beca mumbled, earning an elbow to her stomach from Chloe. "Uh, well…I don't know, I just don't like it."
"You?" Taylor asked her redheaded mom, who raised her eyebrows.
"Am I afraid of heights?"
The little girl nodded, cocking her head to the side.
Chloe giggled. "No, baby, I'm not. It's okay to ask me and momma the stuff we're scared off, but you're not allowed to ask just anyone, okay? Because everyone's afraid of something, and sometimes they're so scared that they might start crying if they think of it. Do you understand?"
Taylor nodded, losing interest in the conversation and looking outside the window again.
As if on cue, an air hostess came up to the three.
"Would you like anything to eat or drink? Breakfast? Peanuts? Or maybe a colouring book for your sister?" She asked, smiling at Taylor, who was babbling to herself and playing with Gigi.
Both Beca and Chloe laughed softly. Did they really look that young? Beca was 28, and Chloe was 31. Granted, they were slightly young parents, especially Beca, who had Taylor at 26, and became pregnant with her at 25, a little too young in her grandparents' eyes, but young enough for a two year old to be their sister?
"She's our daughter," Chloe informed her sweetly.
"Oh, sorry, she looks so much like you both!" She excused herself.
"Its fine," Beca smiled. It wasn't the first time people had thought that they were sisters, although she and Chloe looked nothing like each other, they both looked like Taylor, so it sort of made sense. Beca turned to the little girl in question. "Tay, would you like to do some colouring in?"
"Mommy too?" Taylor asked, drooling slightly.
Beca chuckled and reached into Chloe's carry-on bag which had diapers and such as well as her own stuff, and took out a small baby towel, wiping Taylor's chin. "I know you love me, baby, but you've got to stop drooling over me,"
Taylor's brows furrowed in confusion whilst Chloe giggled, leaning over her wife, lightly slapping her arm as she did so. "Of course I'll colour with you, sweetie,"
The brunette pushed Chloe off of her with a scoff, but was smiling nonetheless, and looked up at the hostess who was just watching them, amusement and…adoration? Was clearly evident on her face.
"Could we have that colouring book, please?" She asked.
"Sure, I'll be right back," The hostess said, walking away.
"Momma, Gigi!" Taylor announced, shoving the giraffe into her mother's face.
Beca put on a surprised face and looked the giraffe in the eye. "Yes, Gigi? Is there something wrong? You are treating my daughter right, aren't you?" She moved the giraffe as if it was talking to her, and nodded approvingly. "Yes, of course." Gigi said something else. "I never doubted you were treating her perfectly well. What did you wanna talk about?" Gigi spoke again. "What? You don't want to be here?" It said something else. "You want to go back to LA? I'm sorry, Gigi, but there's no way we can go back now." She moved Gigi's head. "Aw, I love you too! You want a hug?" She hugged Gigi, missing the picture Chloe took. Honestly, Beca was the most childish adult she had ever come across. And she loved it. She loved that Beca was such a natural mom, that she could converse with Taylor and play with her so easily. It amazed her, really, because two years ago, her pregnant wife was in no means prepared for motherhood, or confident in any way, but she really didn't need to have all the doubts. She was knocked out of her daydreams when Taylor gasped loudly. Beca was showing a surprised-worried-guilty expression and Gigi was nowhere to be seen.
"M-Momma…" Taylor whimpered.
"Oh no, baby, don't cry, I'm sorry…" Beca apologised softly, hugging their daughter.
"G-G-Gigi!" Taylor sobbed quietly, attracting the attention of the people around them.
Beca swore under her breath. She was already scared enough to be in this airplane as it is, she didn't want to upset everyone else as well.
"What did you do?" Chloe hissed at her.
"I was pretending to get mad at Gigi but then I got a little too into it and I knocked her up and out of Taylor's hand,"
"Where'd she go?"
"I don't know!"
Taylor let out another sob, and then a small cry. "Oh, sweetie, please don't cry, its okay, we'll get Gigi back," Beca promised, pulling the toddler into her lap and cuddling her whilst Taylor cried into her chest.
They didn't need to sing for Taylor to stop crying anymore, but Beca needed to get her to stop as quickly as possible. She sang the first song that came to mind.
"When tomorrow comes, I'll be on my own, feeling frightened of the things that I don't know, when tomorrow comes, when tomorrow comes, when tomorrow comes. And though the road is long, I look up to the sky…"
Whilst her wife was singing, Chloe took it upon her to get out of her seat and look for the giraffe. She walked down the aisle and asked people if they'd seen a stuffed giraffe come flying by.
"Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry to bother you, but my daughter lost her toy. Um, it's a stuffed giraffe, have you seen it?"
"No stuffed giraffe, sorry,"
"Okay, thanks,"
She moved steadily down the aisle, and then the next, and then the next. Honestly, how hard could Beca have knocked the giraffe out of Taylor's hand for it to have gotten this far? She could faintly hear the little redhead sniffling and Beca's singing.
"All my days, watching from the windows, all those years, outside looking in. All that time, never really knowing just how blind I've been…"
"I must be seriously blind." Chloe grumbled to herself as she looked on the floor for that stupid giraffe. Sure, it was a giraffe that caused and contributed to her daughter's happiness and she was forever grateful, but at this moment, it wasn't contributing to her happiness at all. "I mean, I know I wear reading glasses, but this is just silly- Oh!"
She gasped as the plane jolted slightly and she fell on top of a man. A very handsome man, to be exact. An olive-skinned rarity. From her view on his lap, he had a chiselled jawline and the fluffiest quiff she had ever seen.
"Whoa there, are you okay?" He asked, smiling down at her.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry." Chloe breathed, staring into his hazel eyes. He had an accent. A very British accent.
"It's fine. I mean, this is like in the films, isn't it? The girl falls, literally falls for the guy. It's just such a cliché," He chuckled.
Chloe narrowed her eyes slightly, smiling at him. "Are you British?"
"Are you American?"
"Yes." "Yes."
They both chuckled.
The guy scratched behind his head. "Um, well I'm not entirely sure what I can do for you on a plane, but, once we land…"
"Oh…Oh!" Chloe said, surprised. She hadn't expected this guy to hit on her or anything. She got up off of him and fidgeted. "Um, I'm not-"
"Have I seen you somewhere before?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to put a finger on where he knew her from.
Probably. "No, I doubt it," She laughed. "Um, I'm really sorry…"
"Mason," He supplied. "And you are?"
"Chloe. I'm really sorry, Mason, you seem really sweet and all, but I'm gay. And married."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"It's fine. Just, you're lucky my wife's not watching. She'd have a fit," Chloe giggled. "Oh, that brings me onto my next point. Have you seen a stuffed giraffe anywhere? It's just, it's my daughter's favourite toy and she's really upset and…actually, that's her crying right now, over there," She pointed across the aisles to where Taylor was whimpering and sobbing on Beca's lap, although she seemed to have calmed down a little, whilst Beca was still singing softly to her.
"Oh! You're Beca Mitchell's wife! And that's Beca Mitchell!" He figured out, snapping his fingers. "And, yeah, I think I have seen that giraffe, right over here," He reached behind Chloe's back and literally pulled Gigi from her.
"Oh my god, how did you do that!?" Chloe squealed, grabbing Gigi from him.
"I'm a magician," Mason laughed.
"Really?" Chloe asked, her grin widening even further.
"Yep,"
"Wow…that was such a good trick! How did you do that?"
He held up his finger. "A magician must never reveal his secrets,"
"Right, sure." Chloe nodded. "I have to go get this back to Taylor before she has a serious fit, thank you so much,"
"Anytime, Mitchell. Maybe I'll see you around?"
"Maybe," Chloe smiled at him, before turning around and walking off.
She took a faster route back to her seats and held out the toy in front of Taylor's face.
"Tay! I missed you!" Chloe said in the voice of Gigi the Giraffe, moving its legs about in a wave.
"Gigi!" Taylor squealed happily, taking her toy from her mom. "Me too!"
Chloe looked back at Mason, grinning at him in thanks. He was smiling back, happy that Taylor was so excited. Beca furrowed her eyebrows at the exchange, but she didn't have time to ask Chloe about it as the hostess came back with the colouring book and a pack of crayons.
"It's an animal colouring book with an animal on each page that corresponds with each letter of the alphabet. If you complete it all now, it will keep you busy for most of the flight," She said, showcasing the book.
"Thank you," Beca smiled up at her.
"Anytime. Oh and there's a giraffe in there somewhere." She whispered and winked. Chloe chuckled and the hostess moved on to the people in front of them.
"Swap, Chlo so you don't have to push past me whilst you colour this in," Beca said, lifting Taylor back into her own seat and standing up.
With slight difficulty, consisting mainly of whacks to the body as they tried the least logical way of squeezing past each other, eventually Beca collapsed into the aisle seat giggling.
After ten minutes of seemingly messing about on her phone – but really Beca was watching the guy a few aisles down watch her wife and slowly getting more and more confused and jealous – she leant towards Chloe and spoke quietly to her so Taylor didn't hear.
"What's that guy's deal?" She asked, hoping that she sounded like she was playing it cool.
"Which guy?" Chloe responded, slightly distracted as she continued to colour in a birds wing with a pink crayon at Taylor's clear instructions.
"The guy who you smiled at earlier." Beca stated through gritted teeth.
This caught Chloe's attention. She looked up at Beca. "Oh, Mason?"
"Who is he? How do you know him? Where-"
"Slow down, Becs. When I was looking or Gigi the plane jolted and I fell on top of him,"
"You fell on top of him?!" Beca asked incredulously, cheeks flushed.
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Chloe asked teasingly.
"No, of course not. I just wanted to know why he was staring at you. Then what happened?" Beca sniffed.
"I said I was sorry. Then he talked about some cliché where the girl falls for the guy…baby calm down, I don't like him!" She laughed as she saw Beca getting redder and redder, hands balled up into fists. She clenched her jaw. "Um, then I asked him if he was British and he asked if I was American. Uh-"
"Is he British?"
"Yeah,"
"Fanfuckingtastic."
"Beca! Our two year old daughter is right there. Anyway, as I was saying, he said something about once we get off the plane can he buy me…I can't remember, but I cut him off and told him I was gay and married,"
Beca smiled, although it seemed a little malicious. She glanced back at Mason and found him quickly averting his eyes from watching her wife, again. Beca placed her hand on Chloe's knee and began to draw out little patterns. Chloe looked at her, speculating; Beca hardly ever did this, and when she did it was always for a specific reason. Beca just smiled innocently back, before leaning closer and placing a soft kiss on the redhead's neck.
"Babe…" Chloe said softly.
"What?" Beca asked, smirking as she continued to travel up her neck.
"Stop…" She said, slightly breathlessly. "Don't tease me. We're on an airplane and we won't get off for another four hours, not to mention this can't happen until Taylor's asleep."
"Mommy! Go!" Taylor spoke up, tapping Chloe's hand, which had stopped colouring completely now.
"Oops, sorry, Tay," Chloe apologised and quickly coloured in the bird, before turning the page to find a chameleon. She leant back slightly so she could talk to the brunette. "Then he apologised and I asked him if he'd seen Gigi, then he pulled her out from behind my back! It was a really cool magic trick,"
Beca took a deep breath. "Right. Sorry, you're gay. I forgot," She laughed. "It's just…I'm bi and I can see that he wants you and that Mason guy has a quiff and a chiselled jawline that I can make out from here and he's British and he's tall and he's attractive. I just…he keeps staring at you and I want him to stop,"
"J-E-A-L-O-U-S." Chloe sang.
"I'm not!" Beca said defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Right, and my hair isn't red."
Beca rolled her eyes exasperatedly, sitting back in her seat and switching on the screen. After a few minutes of flipping through the different movies she stopped and turned to her wife again, and began to sing quietly. "I'm not jealous, it's just…I don't like the way he's looking at you
I'm starting to think you want him too
Am I crazy, have I lost ya?
Even though I know you love me, can't help it
I turn my chin music up
And I'm puffing my chest
I'm getting ready to face you can call me obsessed
It's not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It's my right to be hellish
I still get jealous,"
"Stop!" Chloe giggled.
"What? It's the perfect song," Beca shrugged. Then she gasped. "You're colouring outside the lines!"
Chloe also gasped and quickly turned back to what she was doing. Beca smirked at how easily Chloe was distracted and put on the airplane headphones.
Halfway through Grease: Live, Mason walked over to them and not-so-subtly placed a piece of paper with his number on it.
"You know," He said. "In case you two get lonely,"
He sashayed away and Beca shuddered, quickly ripping up the paper. "See what I mean?! I mean, we have a kid for god's sakes and he's still trying to get at you,"
Chloe laughed. "Yeah, okay, you weren't just being your usual paranoid self then,"
"No I wasn't! And hey, I'm not paranoid!"
(I'm not gonna lie, for someone who hasn't been on a plane in seven years, I think I described that pretty damn well.)
xXxXx
"Alright, Tay, go get your snow clothes on (your coat, your gloves, your hat and your scarf), we're taking you for a walk in you stroller," Chloe sang.
"You said we weren't going for a walk today," Beca groaned, getting up and heading to the basement in their rented holiday cabin to haul Taylor's stroller back out.
"Yeah, well, I think it'd be a good time now to take Taylor to the park so we can build a snowman or something and ride the sledge with her. If we wait till tomorrow she'll only get more excited over night," Chloe reasoned.
She heard her wife sigh exasperatedly and grumble that she was right as she pulled the stroller out.
"Snow?" The toddler asked, eyes widening excitedly.
"Yeah, baby, we're gonna see snow," Chloe said, amused.
Taylor squealed and clapped her little hands, getting up from the floor the way toddlers do, with their bums up in the air, before bending down again and grabbing Gigi.
"Puff?" She asked Beca, pointing to her new pink, puffy winter coat they brought for their stay.
"You want your coat?" Beca giggled.
"Puff!" Taylor demanded, before giggling as well, bringing her hands up to her mouth and scrunching her eyes up.
"What's the magic word?"
Taylor thought for a second, before jumping up and down. "Pwease puff?"
Beca reached up and unhooked the coat from its peg, beckoning her daughter over to help her put it on. Taylor only made an angry face, crossing her arms indignantly and shaking her ginger curls wildly. "I do!"
"Fine, fine, you do it, big girl, I'm gonna get my boots on," Beca shook her head with a roll of her eyes, giving Taylor her clothes, quickly mentioning that her scarf, gloves and her hat were in the sleeves. She knew far too well that there was no way her two year old would be able to get it on by herself.
Of course, after two minutes of slowly lacing up her boots and listening to Taylor's frustrated whines the redhead seemed to finally give up.
"Momma!" She called helplessly, sitting down and dropping her little boots dejectedly beside her.
"Yeah, baby?" Beca asked softly, stifling a laugh as she turned around to see the state the little girl had gotten herself in. She had her gloves on the wrong hands, her hat was backwards and slanted and her scarf was draped over her shoulders like some sort of shawl, along with the coat on back to front. Chloe didn't help her to refrain from laughing, as she herself was silently laughing from behind Taylor, leaning forward to take a picture.
"You do," Taylor pouted.
"Me? But I thought you said you could do it." Beca said, kneeling down in front of the girl.
"No."
"I thought the other day you told me that being almost three meant that you're a big girl now and you can do big girl things?" Beca said, almost teasingly, cocking her head to the side.
"No!" She shook her curls wildly with an even deeper pout, shoulders slumping.
Beca sighed sweetly, taking off her hat and planting a kiss to the two year old's hair. "What am I going to do with you, you little monkey?"
She fixed Taylor's clothes until she looked like a little pink, puffy ball of adorableness, tightly bundled up to fight the cold.
"Aww, you're so adorable, T!" Chloe cooed, watching the little girl waddle around, babbling to herself. By that time, Chloe was also ready and it took Beca all of one minute to get ready as well, earning a surprised gasp from Chloe.
"How'd you get ready so fast?"
Beca sent her a 'really?' look. "Babe. I grew up in Maine. I wintered in Maine. Putting boots, a coat, a hat, scarf and gloves was my everyday routine for three quarters of the year. And, you know I'm a heavy sleeper, I was running late half the time. You learn to do these things pretty damn quick,"
Chloe chuckled, running over to where Taylor was babbling to herself and scooping her up, making the little girl squeal in shock and excitement. She planted a firm kiss on Taylor's rosy cheek, emitting another giggle, and then turned and giving her wife the same treatment, rolling her eyes as Beca turned to connect their lips instead.
"I love you," Both Beca and the little redhead said. (Or, I wove you, on Taylor's part).
Before Chloe could react, her girls gasped and turned to each other. "Jinx!"
"Jinx again!"
"Double jinx!"
"Triple!" "Trip!"
"Padlock!" "Padwock!"
"Swallowed the key!" Beca practically screamed, smirking as her daughter clamped her mouth shut and crossed her arms, well, tried to. "Yesss!" The brunette hissed, doing a little celebratory dance.
"What am I going to do with you two," Chloe shook her head with a smile, and Beca smiled as well as she realised that she had said the same thing not ten minutes ago. Taylor opened her mouth to say something that would probably be non-distinguishable, but Beca was quick to place a finger over her plump lips with a smug grin.
"Uh, uh, uh, baby, you can't say a word until I say your name." Taylor pouted, snuggling closer to Chloe.
"We don't have time for this, Beca, the sun's going to set soon, and as cold as it is here, I'm practically melting. Melting in these layers." Chloe chastised.
"The sun won't set for hours, thanks to your stupid 4am flight. What do you think, Tayroy?"
Taylor made an angry face, trying to cross her arms, although she found that she couldn't with the five different layers she had on.
"What was that, Taylia?"
Taylor moaned. Beca blinked and she found tears threatening to spill out of her baby girl's eyes, and it made it even harder to look at considering Taylor's orbs were identical to hers. But Beca had played this game before. Beca made up this game.
"Oh no, I know what you're trying to do."
Taylor's bottom lip quivered.
"I'm not giving in,"
Before she could even exhale the slightest of sobs, Beca lost it. One look at the puppy eyes and she was a goner.
"Okay, Taylor. You can talk now,"
Taylor giggled and squealed as Chloe high-fived her, before turning to her brunette mother and sticking her tongue out. In turn, Beca stuck hers out as well. Chloe rolled her eyes at the pair of them, she was sure Beca was a five year old trapped inside a twenty-nine year old's body.
xXxXx
"Having fun, Tay?"
"Fwake!"
"You tryna catch a snowflake?" Beca asked amusedly, looking over the stroller at the little redhead.
Taylor nodded, reaching out again to the snow with a giggle. Beca smiled as she watched Taylor laugh and giggle, it was one of her favourite sounds (right up there with the sound of her wife when pleasured, but we'll save that for later), she loved that their little girl was so happy all the time, she loved that it made her feel like she was doing this parenting thing somewhat right, if the child was happy, surely they were going strong? She loved that this human being that had been not bigger than a grape once was a healthy, laughing specimen that she and Chloe had constructed. Given life to, taught, guided, and mothered. It was quite overwhelming, really, the fact that they had shaped Taylor's personality and will continue to shape her forever. But, all in all, Beca loved Taylor. She loved everything about her, from the happy moments, to the new moments, to the confused to the upset. She loved every one. Although, upset moments weren't as enjoyable, but she did love whenever her or Chloe would make the upset disappear. She loved the way Taylor would cuddle up to them whilst they consoled her, something she had most certainly gotten from her redheaded mother, she loved watching the smile grow back onto her face after a moment of frowning. She loved the melodic tone of anything that ever comes out of the little girl's mouth, she loved the innocence in everything that a two-year-old does, (like finger-banging Ariana Grande's cleavage, but that was another story for another day). She loved it all.
"You know, Tay, these flakes aren't all the same. Every one of them has something new to them. Like people," Chloe informed her, and Beca rolled her eyes playfully because of course Chloe had to mention something educational.
Taylor gasped and clapped her hands at the newly-found information, as if she had been waiting to hear it forever. Then she squealed excitedly, possibly louder than either parent had ever heard her do so, and held out her arm proudly. Both Beca and Chloe stopped walking immediately, peering down at their daughters forearm, where there was a tiny snowflake. It was glistening, and an obscure shape, with gorgeous patterned silk through and around it. Her parents both put on surprised/excited faces.
"Wow, Tay!"
"You did it!"
Taylor grinned up at her mothers. But when she looked at her arm again she frowned; the snowflake had disappeared.
"Where?" She asked sadly.
Beca sighed, putting the push chair on its breaks and bending down in front of their baby. "Tay, snow doesn't stay there forever,"
"No?"
"After a while it melts into water, some snow may stay longer than others, but that's if the snow is bigger or if it is colder. Because your puff is warm, the snowflake melted quickly." Chloe explained softly, in the hopes that Taylor didn't get too upset.
"Oh." Taylor sniffed quietly, lowering her head as her shoulders drooped. Beca wanted to coo at their little girl, she was just so adorable!
"It's like in frozen. Remember when Olaf started melting because snowmen aren't supposed to be in summer?" Chloe asked.
Taylor brought up a gloved hand and wiped her runny nose, nodding in recognition.
"Well when it's too hot the snow can't stay there. Olaf got a special snow cloud from Elsa because he loved summer, but he's special. All the other snow only stays in the winter,"
"I want snow aww year!" The little redhead pouted.
Beca spoke up. "Well, think of it this way, Tay; if you had snow all year, then the ice cream van wouldn't come by especially in summer, because there would be no summer. And we wouldn't get to go to the beach and make sandcastles and play in the ocean because there would be no sand or beach, if it's always winter. If you want snow all year you gotta go to Canada," Chloe laughed and shook her head at the joke, nudging her wife disapprovingly.
"Okay." Taylor said quietly.
"Good. Now, let's get going, I wanna have a snowball fight," Beca said, standing up and brushing the snow off of her knees from where she was kneeling down in front of Taylor, with Chloe following suit. She took the pushchair off its breaks and continued the trek to the park.
Taylor recovered quickly, soon going back to giggling and pointing at places she passed, or sticking out her tongue in the hopes of catching a snowflake, at one point she even managed to convince her parents to follow suit.
"This is so stupid." Beca muttered to her wife, glancing up and down the street for any onlookers as she stood, along with the rest of her family, with her tongue out and her head raised to the white skies above.
"Only stupid if you don't embrace it," Chloe shot back. Then she gasped excitedly, stamping her feet into the snow. "I got one!"
Taylor gasped as well, and Beca couldn't help but think of how their daughter looked and sounded exactly like Chloe in that moment. "What did it taste wike, Mommy? Did it-Did it taste of sparkaws? Of Rainbows?"
Beca chuckled, shaking her head.
"No, Tay, it tasted of water. I've never had a rainbow before, and sparkles taste like glitter!" Chloe scrunched up her nose. "Glitter tastes weird!"
The little redhead followed suit, scrunching up her nose and shaking her head. "Water is really…really…bad and it…it isn't very tasting."
Beca stopped, looking her daughter square in the eye. "Hey, don't diss water, okay? Without water we wouldn't be alive, and some water tastes better than others. Like coconut water. But pink coconut water, because those are lucky. And, you mean it isn't very tasty, not tasting. That doesn't make any sense, Tay,"
Taylor nodded, although she didn't really understand.
"OKAY! I can see the park! Hey, Tay, lets race mommy to the park. I bet we'll win!" Beca grinned.
Chloe scoffed. "Please. I used to get up every day at 6am and run, I did way more cardio than you did in the Bellas and I used to compete at my school in the running team when I wasn't cheerleading. I've got more stamina then you can even imagine. I think I'm gonna win,"
Beca and Taylor shared a smirk. Beca had a plan. She could see a clump of snow at the bottom of the path, near the fence to the park. It would stop the pushchair so Taylor wouldn't go flying. If she pushed it with the right amount of force, they would inevitably win. Because Taylor's pushchair has Taylor in it, therefore she and Taylor won.
"Okay, let's do this. Whoever gets to the snow in front of the fence first, wins. Loser buys dinner, and does all the chores for a week, regardless of where we are. " Beca challenged, pointing to the fence with a smirk. Chloe shook her hand, sealing the deal.
"You're on," Chloe smiled, because of course she was going to win, Beca had to push the weight of Taylor and a pushchair along with her, whereas Chloe only had to sprint. Although, it would take her a little longer than usual as she was wearing a snowsuit, but, then again, so was Beca.
Chloe, much to the amusement of her wife, seemed to have forgotten the fact that Beca spent a large portion of her life in snow suits.
"On your marks," Beca called, laughing as Chloe actually got down on her knees in a typical starting position.
"Get set…"
Chloe raised an eyebrow when she saw Beca wasn't even preparing. This would be a piece of cake.
"GO!"
Chloe dashed off, desperate to get to the park before her family. But then she saw something whizzing past her, and she took a double take as she heard Taylor's laughter ringing out through the street, and the soft gasp when she reached the snow. The oldest of the three's jaw dropped, stopping abruptly and looking from her wife to her child, both were laughing. As much as she loved seeing her girls so happy and full of laughter, this wasn't right.
"You cheated!" She pouted, sitting down in the snow and crossing her arms.
Beca laughed harder. "We did not! Just cause we didn't go about winning the way you expected us to, doesn't mean we cheated. Taylor got to the finish line first. It was just tactics."
Chloe narrowed her eyes. "You two don't play fair,"
"Hey," Beca shrugged with a shit-eating smirk. "Mitchell genes."
Laughing as the redhead rolled her eyes, Beca jogged over and retrieved Taylor, before walking up to her wife and pulling her off of the snow. Chloe was still frowning, so Beca scoffed.
"Fine, I'll pay for half of dinner. Is that fair?" The brunette said softly, feeling slightly guilty.
Chloe brightened up, pecking Beca's cheek with a satisfied grin. Beca only shook her head, following her wife into the park. Chloe found a nice spot with plenty of snow and clapped.
"Mmmmm!" Taylor moaned, squirming around and lifting her arms up to her parents.
Chloe lifted her up and placed her on the ground. Taylor grinned toothily and tried to take a step in the snow. She only ended up falling face-first. Beca let out a loud belly laugh, almost falling over as she watched Taylor try to squirm and scramble in the snow. At any other time she would be worried if that happened, but the snow was soft, some of the softest snow Beca had ever felt, so as long as Taylor wasn't hurt, she was fine.
"You have to take big steps, T," Chloe laughed, standing her up again.
Taylor shook the snow off of her and took another step, this time managing not to fall. She took a few more steps and giggled, bending down and throwing the snow up, giggling even more manically as it fells around her.
"Enjoying yourself?" Beca asked amusedly as she watched the little girl run around and kick the snow.
Taylor squealed in reply, throwing more of the fluffy white powder around. Whilst her redheads were giggling with each other, Beca was planning. She needed to pull a complete surprise attack; Chloe and Taylor against her. The ultimate snowball fight. She strayed slightly from the group and began to build her army. Snowballs upon snowballs upon snowballs. And her wife and daughter were both in their own little world.
It was just too easy.
A/N: Um I don't really like to split chapters into halves but I've been writing this chap since may and I've had the idea stuck in my head since Christmas and I just cant wait any longer plus I think the next chap will be uploaded veryyyyyyyy soon as it's pretty much done I just gotta check it over and stuff the next chapter will be 2nd pregnancy then the one after that will (probably…hopefully) be pt 2 of this then after that will be pregnant with Tay and maybe I'll reveal the big scare they keep thinking and talking about :P
I'm so so sorry for not updating for so long but yeah I've been writing this pretty much since the last update so yeah its just taken a lil while as I've had other ideas and other stuff to write like Pokemon GO and baby bellas and stufffff but I hoped you guys liked this chapter and thanks so much for sticking with me and reading this it means so much!
Beca out!
(That was bad too)
Haha I watched pp2 earlier okay I'll shutup bye
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Freddita: Aw, thank you so much! Hm well I probably should have taken that into consideration when I then updated two months later...sorry! But hey, at least you got another two chapters to keep you busy whilst you wait for the next, right? And I'll let you in on a lil secret...chapter 13 will be what happened with Tay ;)
xcombixgirlx: Bahahaha I'm always writing with some sort of ulterior motive behind it haha yeah but dude i'm actually so happy you made that connection because I didn't really think anyone would think much of it xD Yeah so do I, I wish it was real tho because how cool would that be! Yessssss preach so would I haha I hope people do write more about it I just love the idea. RIP aw man I wish people didn't abandon fics, but I am such a hypocrite saying that because I've abandoned quite a few harry potter fics...temporarily...bahaha thank you so muchhhh and I hope you loved this chapter too!
Genna99: Hahah you're so smart I had to legit look up preeclampsia but omg that really is sad and I can't exactly tell you what happened but you'll find out very soooon!
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songs used: Flashlight - Jessie J/Pitch Perfect 2
I See the Light - Tangled
Jealous - Nick Jonas