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Chapter 13
Stars & Planets

| April 12th, 2017 |

Chloe had been bed ridden at 8 months, the woman protesting this decision every chance she got but not actually minding the extra cuddles she got to have with her wife.

Her pregnancy was good, aside from the morning sickness that never actually went away and the inability to actually see her toes. She really missed her toes.

"Well, they're still there," Beca promised her the night before as they flipped through channels.

"Yeah, but I still can't see them," the red head argued, gesturing down her horizontal body that had a swollen stomach, blocking everything from the waist down.

"Just lift your foot," Beca instantly regretted her words, knowing they weren't the greatest choice as Chloe glared at her.

"The only reason I'd move my foot would be to kick you."

"Hey, now you have motivation."

Chloe just grumbled something unintelligible and crossed her arms in a huff, trying to scoot a little higher up her pillow but not being too successful about it.

"Okay, let me try something," Beca stood up and hurried for the washroom, the sound of something scrapping the wall being heard before she returned with the mirror that usually sat on the wall beside the tub.

"Really, Beca? You're going to drop it," Chloe said, her eyes going wide as the mirror was put by her feet and tilted slightly, Beca behind it to prevent it from falling on Chloe.

"Whoa, when the hell did my ankles get so swollen?! Holy shit Bec, have you been hiding this from me?!"

"What?" The brunette asked in confusion, trying to peer past the wall décor.

"My ankles – oh fuck!" Chloe suddenly swung her leg to the left, kicking the mirror and unbalancing Beca who stood on the bed, sending both things to the ground with a loud crash. "Shit, shit, shit. Beca my water broke!"

"What?" Beca stood up quickly, looking to her wife who was curling due to pain.

"It broke!" Chloe gestured to her soaked pajama bottoms and bedspread.

"You didn't even have contractions."

"Yeah, well this is a weird kid then. We need to go to the hospital."

"Right, okay!" Beca ran from the room, placing a hand on the doorframe as she swung herself in the direction of the nursery.

Past bleary eyes Chloe made out the bloody handprint on the white frame and once more felt her eyes widen.

"Beca!" She called loudly, getting her wife back almost as fast as she left.

"What's wrong?"

"You're bleeding," The red head declared, gesturing to the handprint.

Beca looked down at her palm and paled.

"Oh fuck."

"Don't swear."

"You swore like fifty times. Plus she isn't here yet, she can't hear me," Beca argued, going between looking at Chloe and looking at her very bloody hand.

"Is there glass still in it?"

"I don't know, there's too much blood."

"Ow – okay, - shit – I'm calling Aubrey," Chloe decided between a new contraction, her hands reaching for her phone and dialing the blonde's speed dial.

"What do I do?" Beca asked, not doing too well knowing that there was blood pouring from her own hand.

"Get a towel and hold your hand up – Aubrey! You need to come over quickly. I just went into labour and Beca cut her hand on a broken mirror – nevermind how she did it, just come take us to the hospital – OW, these contractions keep getting worse."

"Is she coming?" Beca asked from the washroom, her voice riddled with panic.

"She is if she wants to be the godmother of this baby. Beca, ow, this really hurts," Chloe said, whimpering as the current contraction went between a dull ache and a severe punch to the gut.

"I'm here," the brunette promised, returning with a towel that was slowly turning red and blood stains on her clothes and arm.

"Is your hand okay?"

"Just a bit of a burn. But I have two for a reason," Beca replied, giving a hand to her wife who instantly clutched it.

"I'm sorry I kicked you off the bed."

"I'm sorry I broke your favourite mirror. I know it's your favourite one to watch me shower in the morning."

"Be quiet, I'm in pain and shouldn't be teased."

"And I'm in pain and like to be flattered."

"You're lucky I love you," Chloe groaned, a kiss landing on her forehead in response.

Five minutes later Aubrey arrived with Jesse, the newly engaged couple helping their friends to the car and towards the hospital in record time.

"I'm just going to assume Aubrey plays your GTA when you aren't home, Jess," Beca said as she stepped out of the back seat and helped her wife out with her good hand.

"I'll get a wheelchair," Aubrey said, running inside the emergency room to make the triage aware of the two patients arrival.

"You okay, Bec? You're kind of pale," Chloe said, worriedly lifting a hand to brush her wife's paling face.

"I'm always pale," The shorter woman tried to joke, shifting to one side in an awkward dizzy fashion before putting herself back upright.

"Jesse, I think she's going to – " before Chloe could finish her thought, Beca was collapsing, Jesse instantly catching her and holding her up long enough for some nurses to gather her on a gurney.

"Shit – Beca!" Chloe tried to follow quickly but a contraction hit her again making her freeze due to the pain.

"Sweetheart, let's get you to a room," A nurse tried to coax while Aubrey sat Chloe on a chair.

"No, I need my wife! Is she okay?" Chloe tried to look in the direction they wheeled Beca while she was pushed the other way to the maternity ward. "Jesse, please go find her. I don't want her alone," Chloe practically begged, looking to her friend who nodded in agreement and turned quickly in the other direction.

"It's okay, Chloe. She'll be fine," Aubrey assured, holding the hand of her best friend and giving it a squeeze.

"We'll be sure to get you updates on her," The nurse pushing the chair said, opening the door to the room that had doctors waiting to get Chloe set up on the bed.

Despite her best efforts, Chloe began to cry as she was changed into a gown by Aubrey, announced to be 6cm dilated by the main doctor, and given the epidural to help with the pain. Her tears weren't for herself, not a single drop. They were all for her wife who she really needed beside her to experience the labour and birth of their first child.

~.~.~

"Looks like you're ready to push," The doctor declared after two hours, Chloe instantly panicking and shaking her head.

"No, my wife isn't here. I can't," She said, fresh tears stinging her eyes, even though Aubrey talked her down from her freak-out an hour ago.

"I'm sorry, but you have to. The baby isn't going to wait any longer."

"No. Aubrey, I need Beca. I need my Beca," Chloe sobbed out, trying to protest the nurses who pulled her legs into the stirrups.

"Chlo, it's okay. She'll come see you after the little one is born," Aubrey tried to comfort, only earning greater panic from her friend.

"I-I-ne-e-d Be-c-a," Chloe got out between her ragged breaths.

"She's panicking. Go hunt down the wife. There's no way this baby is coming with her like this," The doctor said, sending one of his nurses to get the missing person.

Chloe was lost in her panic attack at this point, not fully understanding what was happening, and not registering the pain between her legs. She wasn't aware that five minutes past before Beca came barreling into the room with a thickly wrapped hand and an IV pole being pushed by Jesse that had a blood transfusion drip.

"Beca," Chloe sobbed out in relief, reaching for her wife who instantly held her close and calmed her down.

"I'm here. It's okay. Take a breath, my love."

The two women spent two minutes with each other before the panic subsided and the pain hit full force, causing Chloe to push and scream with the sudden rush of awareness.

"Okay, let's get this going. Chloe, just take your time. This is all on your own schedule," The doctor said kindly, taking control of the baby's exit while Beca and Aubrey each gave Chloe a hand to hold.

It was no quick process; the little one was taking her precious time coming through, which led to the actual birthing of the head to be twenty minutes.

Beca was removed from her empty transfusion at this point, the only thing preventing her from offering more comfort now was her heavily bandaged hand.

"I can't do this," Chloe said in her exhaustion ridden state, her eyes heavy with sleep but sparked with pain.

"Hey, don't say that," Beca said softly, placing a kiss to her wife's forehead. "You can do this. Our little baby girl is just a few minutes away from being in our arms. Wow. Actually – wait that's insane," Beca suddenly realized the situation, her own panic coming through as she continued to say, "We're going to have a living human being. A small person that can break and can hate us-"

"And that will be like holding the stars and the planets in our hands. She'll have a sweet smile, and kind eyes, and she'll grow up always wanting to be a big girl and do things larger than herself and we will be there to hold her hand each step of the way," Chloe said, now easing the worry of her wife. This marriage certainly was one of equal giving and taking.

"You're right. I'm sorry. You're the one that's exhausted and I'm over here panicking about what'll happen years from now. You've got this, Chlo."

After another 12 minutes the baby was finally born, both mothers releasing sobs of relief once the small human was placed on the red head's chest and patted lightly to elicit lung-clearing cries.

"Hi, baby. Hi, little one," Chloe whispered lightly, brushing small blonde tufts of hair from the infant's head and cooing for her to stop crying.

The baby was taken away for a few minutes to get weighed, measured, and wrapped in a swaddle, her cries not ceasing as she was now away from Chloe who was comforting her so nicely before.

Once back in the arms of a freshly gowned Chloe, the little one's cries turned to whimpers and then nothing at all, but she kept the small pout that made Beca chuckle.

"What's with the face, monkey?" The brunette asked, stroking the soft cheek of the infant.

"Please tell me you aren't going to actually name her 'monkey'," Aubrey said, now standing with Jesse who looked somewhere between a proud uncle and a very mortified friend. He could've easily gone a lifetime without seeing Chloe give birth.

"What would be so wrong about that?" Beca asked, her voice kind of in a trance as she stared into the blue eyes of her little one.

"Well, you know, she's a human being who could later sue you for cruel and unusual punishment."

"She's barely ten minutes old and she's going to sue us?" Chloe challenged, adjusting the hat covering the blonde hair.

"No, but in future, after years of bullying and teasing, she might."

"Relax Bree, we aren't naming her monkey," Beca said, ending the blonde's nagging as she proudly watched the baby for a while longer.

"Her name is Florence Rose Beale-Mitchell," Chloe revealed, making the god parents of the child smile wildly.

"Rory for short," Beca added, still not knowing how to tear her eyes away from Rory. Chloe shuffled the infant over to her wife, a silent offer for the woman to hold her.

The music producer took her daughter with shaky hands, releasing a shuttered breath.

"Hi baby," She whispered softly, releasing a watery laugh before tearing her eyes away from the beautiful human in her arms to look at her wife. "You're right, Chlo. It's like holding the stars and the planets in my hands."

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