DAY 18 - A VERY TOUCHY CHRISTMAS

Prompt from FanFiction Guest: Can you do one when Beca is really pregnant, and they're having family over for Christmas [full prompt at the end, because I don't like giving anything away]. I hope you like what I did with it.

Beca was lying with her back against the armrest of the sofa, while Chloe massaged her feet and legs. Beca was squirming quite a bit. She huffed, and Chloe looked at her.

"You remember that scene in Alien when they were in that diner, and one of those alien things came out of that guy's stomach?" Beca asked Chloe.

"Um, yeah?" Chloe said.

"That what it feels like your child is trying to do to me," Beca said.

Chloe bit her lip to keep from laughing. "It's not that bad, Becs."

"Oh, no?" Beca asked. She pulled her shirt up to expose her stomach. "Look at this."

Chloe looked at Beca's stomach and couldn't hold in the laugh this time. It looked as if elbows and feet were trying to push their way out through Beca's stomach.

"Stop it," Chloe said, pulling Beca's shirt back down. "I think it's beautiful."

Chloe leaned over and kissed Beca's stomach.

"It's an alien," Beca whined. "And I can't believe he or she isn't here already. Arriving a few days early is not much to ask for, is it?"

"The baby will get here when he or she is ready," Chloe said. "Plus, my family will be here tomorrow. They'll take your mind off of that little alien inside you."

"It does feel like an alien," Beca mumbled.

Chloe kissed Beca and asked her what she wanted for dinner.

~ Day 18 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

The next day, Chloe was in the kitchen, and Beca was placing some gifts under the tree when the doorbell rang.

"I got it, Chlo!" Beca called as she walked *cough*waddled*cough* to the door.

"Beca!" Charlotte Beale squealed and immediately wrapped her hands around Beca's stomach.

Beca backed away from Charlotte. Charlotte moved with him, keeping her hands on Beca's stomach.

"Oh, I felt her kick," Charlotte said.

"Um, she might be a boy," Beca said. "We want to be surprised."

"Oh," Charlotte said, moving her hands around Beca's stomach. "It's definitely a girl. I can tell these things."

"Charlotte, leave the poor girl alone," Carl Beale said, taking his wife by the arms from behind and pulling her away.

"I can't help it," Charlotte said. "She's carrying our grandbaby."

"I know, dear," Carl said, patiently. "But, the rest of us would like to come inside."

Beca gave Carl a thankful smile and moved out of the way so the rest of the Beale clan could come in.

"Chloe, your folks are here," Beca called out as she led them into the living room.

Chloe came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel, beaming Beale smile in place.

"Mom, Dad," Chloe said as she hurried to hug them both.

"What about us?" a voice said from behind Carl.

"CJ," Chloe said and ran to hug the young man. "I thought you couldn't make it."

"Change of plans," CJ said. "I hope that's okay."

"Of course it is," Chloe said. "Charlene, you get even more gorgeous every time I see you."

Charlene rolled her eyes as Chloe hugged her. "You say that every time you see me."

"Then it must be true," Chloe said with a wink.

"Um, Chloe," Beca said, causing the redhead to turn toward her.

"Everything okay, Becs?"

"Could I see you in the kitchen?"

"Sure," Chloe said. "Everyone make yourselves at home. We'll be right back."

Chloe followed Beca into the kitchen. Beca turned and glared at Chloe.

"Becs, what's wrong?"

"Your mother won't stop touching my stomach," Beca said.

Chloe laughed. "She's just excited about the baby."

"They haven't been here more than five minutes," Beca said. "And she's touched me at least five times. She doesn't even ask; she just does it. It's weird and creepy."

Chloe pulled Beca to her and hugged her. "I'll talk to her about it and ask her to stop."

"Thank you," Beca mumbled into Chloe's neck. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Chloe said.

They stood in the kitchen, holding each other when Charlotte came in, smiling.

"There she is," Charlotte said, walking over to Beca and placing her hands on Beca's stomach.

Beca looked at Chloe with raised eyebrows.

"Mom, could you cool it with touching Beca's stomach?" Chloe said, physically pulling her mother's hands away. "It makes her uncomfortable."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," Charlotte said, fluttering her hands as if she wanted to put them back on Beca's stomach. "It's just, you're carrying our first grandchild, and I'm so happy and excited about it. Maybe you'll go into labor while we're here."

Beca gave a little smile and said, "Maybe."

~ Day 18 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca was chatting with Charlene and CJ when Charlotte suddenly put her hands on Beca's stomach, causing Beca to jump in surprise. Charlotte looked over Beca's shoulder, and Beca turned to see what she was looking at. She smiled when she saw Chloe putting something on the dining room table.

"Um, Charlotte, could you please take your hands off my stomach?" Beca said, turning to Charlotte. "I need to help Chloe set the table."

"Charlene will help," Charlotte said. She turned to look at Charlene. "You don't mind, do you, dear?"

"Um, no, of course not," Charlene said, standing.

"Oh, no, that's alright," Beca said, gently pulling Charlotte's hands off her stomach.

"Mom," Chloe said from behind Beca, causing Beca to freeze, holding Charlotte's hands in mid-air. "I told you Beca's uncomfortable with you constantly touching her stomach."

Charlotte gently pulled her hands away from Beca.

"I'm sorry, again, Beca," Charlotte said. "I can't seem to help myself."

"I get it, I do," Beca said. "Just maybe warn me next time."

"I'll stop," Charlotte said. "I don't want to upset you. That wouldn't be good for the baby."

~ Day 18 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

They were sitting down for Chrismas Eve dinner.

"Oh shoot," Chloe said. "I forgot the salad tongs."

"I'll get them," Beca said and moved to stand.

"You stay right where you are, young lady," Charlotte Beale ordered, putting a hand on Beca's arm to stop her.

Beca stared wide-eyed at Charlotte over her shoulder. "Um."

"Chloe Mitchell, you're wife is nine months pregnant and ready to pop that baby out any minute," Charlotte said, turning her focus to Chloe, who was sitting on the other side of Beca. "She should not be jumping up and down to get things. You should be getting things for her."

Beca sat back down, looking at Chloe with a smug smile on her face. Chloe glared at her and got up and went into the kitchen.

Chloe came back into the dining room and slammed the tongs down in front of Beca. She leaned down and whispered in Beca's ear. "Paybacks a bitch."

Beca swallowed and watched as Chloe sat back down with a tight smile.

"Let's eat before it gets cold," Chloe said.

"Sheesh, mom," Charlene said. "That was a bit harsh, don't you think?"

"A pregnant woman deserves to be waited on," Charlotte said. "Especially this late in the pregnancy."

"But, Beca's the one who offered to get the tongs," CJ said. "I think she knows what she's capable of doing and not doing."

Charlotte glared at her son. "Carl, do you hear your children?"

"I do, dear," Carl said, putting some potatoes on his plate. "You kids listen to your mother."

"But, daddy-"

Carl cut Chloe off. "It's not worth the fight. Trust me."

Charlotte narrowed her eyes at Carl; he smiled and said, "I love you, dear."

"Charlotte," Beca said, getting Charlotte's attention. "Chloe has been an angel since we found out I was pregnant. She does just about everything for me. But I like to keep active and can carry a pair of tongs without it causing any undue stress on me or the baby. Now, I appreciate that you spoke up for me, but there really isn't any need. Chloe's a great wife and will be an even better mother."

"Aww," Charlene said. "That was so romantic."

"You mean cheesy," CJ said with a laugh.

"It was perfect," Chloe said, as Beca looked at her. "Thank you, babe."

Beca leaned over and kissed Chloe. As Beca turned back to face the table, she noticed that Charlotte had put her hand on Beca's side. Beca looked down at Charlotte's hand and back up to Charlotte.

"I'm sorry," Charlotte said; she then lowered her voice to add, "I didn't plan to, but I saw a little kick and wanted to feel it."

Beca smiled and gave her a small understanding nod.

"Mom, we've talked about this," Chloe said.

"I know," Charlotte said, removing her hand. "I'm sorry."

~ Day 18 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

After dinner, everyone was sitting in the living room, having coffee and dessert.

"So, when are you actually due?" Charlene asked.

"The day after tomorrow, according to the doctor," Beca told her. "I was hoping the baby would be a Christmas baby, but I'm not even feeling any pains or anything, so it might be a few more days."

"Hey," CJ said. "Maybe you'll have a New Year's baby."

"That would be cool, too," Beca said.

"Why don't you want to know the baby's sex?" Charlotte asked.

"We want to be surprised," Beca said with a shrug.

"But why?"

"We feel that if we know the baby's sex," Chloe said. "Everyone will expect us to have a gender-reveal party, and we don't like those."

"I love watching those on YouTube," Charlene said.

"They were cute at first," Chloe said. "But, we feel that they've gotten out of hand. We want to be surprised in the delivery room."

"I'd want to know," CJ said. Everyone looked at him. "I mean, that way, you can buy all the gender-appropriate stuff."

"What do you consider to be gender appropriate?" Beca asked, looking at him.

"You know, like pink for girls and blue for boys," CJ said. "Right?"

"We have the nursery decorated in non-gender specific colors," Beca said.

"But, all babies look like little old men," CJ said, pleading his case. "Don't you want people to know it's a boy or girl when they see them?"

Carl looked at CJ and shook his head. Charlene sat staring at him with her mouth agape.

Beca and Chloe were glaring at him. If Beca hadn't been so focused on CJ and what he was saying, she would have realized that Charlotte had put her hand on Beca's stomach again. She quickly glanced at Charlotte, who shrugged and gave her a small smile.

"Come on, Dad," CJ implored his father. "You know what I'm saying, right?"

"Don't drag me into this," Carl said, holding up his hands.

"Char?" CJ said, looking at his sister.

"Nope," Charlene said. "I firmly believe that males can wear pink and females can wear blue if they want to. The color of your clothing does not identify your gender."

"Thank you, Char," Chloe said. "That's exactly what we think as well."

"Chlo," Beca whispered, trying to get Chloe's attention.

"What?"

"She's doing it again," Beca said, looking down at Charlotte's hand on her stomach.

"Can you just let her have her moment?" Chloe asked.

"Fine," Beca said and sat back with a huff.

"Are you okay, Beca?" Charlotte asked, rubbing Beca's stomach. "Are you having pains?"

"No," Beca said. "Just a bit uncomfortable."

"Is it your back?" Charlotte asked. "Chloe, get her a pillow for her back."

"That would be so nice," Beca said, looking at Chloe with big eyes. "Babe, would you mind?"

"It's a good thing I love you," Chloe mumbled, getting up to get Beca a pillow for her back.

Beca watched and waited until she knew Chloe could hear her. She's smiling as she turns to Charlotte.

"How long do you think it will be before she cracks?" Beca asked so only Charlotte could hear.

Charlotte laughed. "I thought this would have done it."

"We have to up the game," Beca said. "Her gift will be here any minute."

"What are you two whispering about?" Charlene asked.

"Nothing," Charlotte and Beca say simultaneously.

Beca looked over her shoulder when she heard Chloe coming back.

"Get ready," Beca whispered to Charlotte.

"Here you go, Beca," Chloe said, pulling Beca forward by the shoulder and shoving the pillow behind.

Beca had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She also noticed that Charlotte had looked away to hide her smile

"Better?" Chloe asked, wearing what Beca knew to be her fake smile.

"Much," Beca said. "Thanks."

"Chloe, you need to be more aware of Beca's discomfort," Charlotte chastised. "She's carrying your first child. She deserves to be paid attention to."

Chloe's mouth dropped open in surprise. "I do pay attention to her."

"Well, Chlo," Beca said. "You have been slacking a bit. I mean, I had to tie my own shoes this morning."

"Chloe Anne Beale," Charlotte scolded. "I am so disappointed in you. Making Beca tie her own shoes? When she's pregnant, no less."

Beca couldn't hold it in any longer when she saw the indignant look on Chloe's face and started laughing. Charlotte joined in rather quickly. They were laughing so hard they had to hold onto each other to keep from falling off the sofa.

"What the hell?" Chloe asked, looking from her wife to her mother and back again.

Charlene, Carl, and CJ sat watching with confused looks on their faces.

"I'm sorry," Beca said, still laughing. "I am. We were just yanking your chain, babe."

"What?" Chloe asked. "Why would you do that?"

"It was my idea," Charlotte said. "Beca and I were talking about your Christmas gift. She started telling me how much you've been doing for her, and she wanted to get you something to let you know how much she appreciated you. I thought it would be fun to mess with you a bit before she gave you her gift."

"And you agreed to this?" Chloe asked Beca; Beca nodded. "I hate you both right now."

Beca reached for Chloe's hand, and Chloe jerked it away. "Okay, um. I have a surprise for you, and it should be here any minute."

"You did all this to give me a present?" Chloe huffed.

"Yeah," Beca said, rethinking the whole thing. "I needed to distract you until it got here."

"I'm sorry, Chloe," Charlotte said.

Before anyone could say anything more, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Beca said as she stood.

"What? You don't want me to get it since you're sooooo pregnant?" Chloe asked petulantly.

"Well, since you're offering," Beca said and then laughed when Chloe glared at her. "It is for you, after all."

Chloe huffed and stood. Beca followed behind Chloe and waved for the Beales to follow her. They stopped a few feet behind Chloe as she opened the door.

"Surprise!" the Bellas yell as soon as they saw Chloe.

"Oh, my God!" Chloe cried as the Bellas pulled her into a group hug.

Chloe pulls back from the girls and wipes her eyes. "I thought you guys couldn't be here."

"Beca made us tell you that," Aubrey said.

"She wanted it to be a surprise," Stacie added.

"It is," Chloe said, crying and smiling.

"Beca!" Emily cried, rushing over to the ex-Captain. "Look at how big you are?"

"Emily, you don't tell a pregnant woman she looks big," Fat Amy chastised. "But, she's right, Beca. You're as big as a house."

"Thanks for looking out for me, Ames," Beca said sarcastically. Seeing the girls still standing in the doorway, she said, "So, are you girls going to come in or what?"

"Oh, right, sorry," Chloe said, stepping aside to let all the girls come in.

There was more hugging, and how are yous as the Beales greeted the Bellas.

Chloe pulled Beca to the side and kissed her. "I can't believe you were able to keep this from me for so long."

"I had a lot of help," Beca said, holding Chloe. "I called Aubrey about three months ago, and she organized everything with the girls so they could all be here."

"Thank you," Chloe said. "It's the best gift ever."

"Well, we haven't all been together since our wedding three years," Beca said. "And I know how much you miss them, especially Aubrey. So, as an extra gift, Aubrey's staying a few days after the others leave so you two can have some one-on-one best friend time."

"I love you," Chloe said.

"I love you, too," Beca said.

"Beca, you can't get any more pregnant than you already are," Fat Amy called out. "So, get over here. We have gifts to open."

Chloe laughed as Beca shook her head.

"Merry Christmas, Chlo," Beca said as she took Chloe's hand and led her back over to their family.

Full prompt from FanFiction Guest: Can you do one when Beca is really pregnant, and they're having family over for Christmas, and Chloe's mom is all over Beca and feeling her belly any chance she gets, that would be kind of funny. No labor or anything, just aches and pains and exhausted from holidays and being almost due. Do what you want with it. I've just been wanting a cute Bechloe story about Beca being pregnant and family coming for Christmas.

Author's Note: Since this is posting on December 25, Merry Christmas to all my readers who celebrate this day.