Merry Pitchmas, thegayisveryreal! 3 I'm not sure what time it is where you are, but I hope I made it to you in time! I haven't really written much in the past year, so I'm a little (a lot) rusty and this may be complete garbage! hope you like it!

"Chloe we are NOT naming that thing."

"But babe it's so cute!"

"Since when does cute justify an inanimate object a name?"

Chloe gasped over dramatically and covered the elf's ears, "she didn't mean that."

"Elf on a shelf was your thing Chlo, don't drag me into this shit."

Chloe sat the elf down on the kitchen counter and walked over to her wife. She grabbed Beca by the waist and pulled her in, her usual trick to try and coerce her into doing whatever she wanted, and mustered up her best Robert De Niro impression, "but Becaaaaa…do it for the children."

And to this, of course, Beca tried to keep a stone cold face with her arms firmly crossed to resist best she could. Twenty minutes and some flirting later, Beca sighed in defeat, they settled to name the elf Bella, and Beca was on the couch with a glass of whiskey watching Chloe do all the work - as per their deal.

"Bec, how does this look?" Chloe called from where she was standing on the island in their kitchen trying to make it look like the elf was hang gliding on a candy cane across the kitchen.

"Looks great babe!" scrolling on her phone not bothering to look up.

"You're not even looking!"

"Chlo you're a perfectionist and you're a Christmas spirit nut, I'm sure it looks amazing and Emily and Ryder will love whatever you do." Beca finally set her phone down to get up and see what Chloe had been working on, "Emily is only five and Ryder can't even tell the difference between chocolate pudding and his own shit yet, so I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."

"I just want it to be perfect"

"If you're doing this every night for the entire month of December it won't be perfect every night, babe. But that also being said, you can't make the best ones the first few nights. I mean they're kids yeah, but they have standards. If you're gonna let them down you gotta let 'em down easy."

"You're no help."

– – – – – – – –

It was two days until Christmas and Beca had slowly started coming around to the idea of Bella the elf. In Chloe fashion, every night she thought of something brilliant and magical to put out for their kids. Where as one night Chloe was at work late and Beca was too lazy to clear up after dinner and just left all the dishes in the sink. She filled it up to the brim with soapy water, and sat Bella in a coffee mug and told the kids she was on vacation and was 'having a pool day.'

Or you know like two nights prior when Beca had the great idea to put Bella in "elf jail" for eating all of the cookies (Beca plead the fifth) to which Emily burst into tears thinking that Bella was going to miss Christmas and Santa would never know that she was being good. Elf jail consisted of a tissue box with the side walls cut out and q-tips stuffed through the top to make bars like a jail cell. Chloe had to spend twenty minutes to help Emily calm down.

– – – –

Christmas morning finally rolls around and Chloe put Beca on Bella duty for the last night, Christmas Eve.

Chloe walked downstairs in the morning with a sleepy Ryder in her arms and Emily holding her hand. Christmas music (Michael Buble obviously, they're cultured) and the smell of chocolate chip waffles wafting through the house. As much as Beca complained about Christmas spirit and Bah Humbug'd everything and anything, ever since they became parents - Christmas morning was her favorite time of the whole year.

They each got to open one present on Christmas Eve and it was always matching pajamas to wear the next morning, Beca's thing. They would wake up, eat far too many chocolate chip waffles (Chloe's grandma's recipe) and listen to Christmas music while they ate.

They dimmed the Buble down a notch and wandered into the living room. Presents were scattered everywhere and Emily was already going absolutely insane. "Which one do I open first Mama?"

"Why don't you find Bella first, baby. I think she got you a special present." Beca shouted from the kitchen where she was getting her and Chloe both a cup of coffee.

She walked in to settle next to her wife on the couch and handed her the mug. "OooOoh thank you."

Chloe took a sip and coughed. "Bec-"

"Oh yeah! Heads up! I spiked it." followed by a snicker into her own mug.

Emily wandered over to the tree where Bella the elf was sitting patiently on a few branches holding a small box. She went up on the tips of her toes to reach for the small box in the elf's hands.

"What is it?"

"You gotta open it up and see, bug." Chloe peaked over at Beca across the couch to see a small smirk on her face and a blush already creeping up her cheeks. Beca had been keeping this secret for months that felt like years and she was about to lose her mind. Hiding it all from Chloe had been the hardest part but it would be more than worth the wait.

Emily ripped the paper off and opened the small box. She turned to her moms and pulled out an ornament shaped like a Mickey Mouse head that read "The Mitchell's First Disney Trip 2019″ in curly white writing.

"Bec it's 2018 wha-"

"Yeah, I know. We leave the day after new years."

"We what?!"

"Surprise!"

Chloe carefully set her coffee down and tackled her wife by lunging across the couch into her lap.

"Hello! 5 years old. Can't read yet." They don't know where she picked the sass up from, honestly. (the author would like to note that this was meant to be read sarcastically because obviously its from both of her mothers).

"Mama's taking us all to Disney!"

"YOU'RE SHITTING ME!"

"EMILY MITCHELL!" her mothers scolded simultaneously.

"Sorry! Aunt Amy said it first!" she shrugged and continued to climb into the pile of her parents that had toppled over onto the floor.