Chloe was over the moon.
A few minutes from now she and Beca will be meeting their son. She can't wait to take him home, hold him in his adorable little baby blue onesie they picked out and hype up each room, each feature, each appliance, hell even the power outlets of his soon to be new home. Chloe's pretty sure she'll melt into a gooey puddle as his eyes light up with each new discovery. Taking in everything as he discovers the world around him.
Beca's gonna do her little eye rolls and sighs but Chloe totes knows her heart will be melting into a gooey puddle too.
If someone told Chloe ten years ago she'd be in this situation at Emory University Hospital watching another person give birth to her child she probably would've said something along the lines of "awww sweetie," and bought them another drink. Because that's one of those weird things people say when they've knocked back a few too many.
It threw her for a loop at first. One of life's little curveballs you know?
Yet here she was with that spunky little alt girl who walked into her life at the most unexpected time all those years ago. Even though Chloe always planned on becoming a mommy after college once her dream job was secured, she never would've imagined her co-parent being someone so passionate, so talented, so deeply deeply sensitive and mature as Beca Mitchell.
"Stab me in the fucking head!" Beca pleaded. Clearly in pain.
"What?" Chloe chuckled. "Oh Becs, don't be so dramatic."
Hissing through clenched teeth Beca tried to focus on the breathing techniques they learned in their birthing classes. "Please Chlo," she begged. "Kill me. There's a scalpel right over there," she motioned with her head. "Turn my head into Swiss cheese! Or no, take this pillow and smother me. I won't even resist." Despite her pain Beca managed to scoot and jostle a pillow loose enough to weakly present to Chloe.
Yikes. I may have given her maturity a little too much credit.
"I offered to carry the baby Bec," Chloe responded coolly.
"Right like I was really gonna let you go through morning sickness."
"Sure it had nothing to do with getting laid more?" Chloe shot her wife a wink. She was referring to the pregnancy hormones which practically quadrupled Beca's libido. Chloe's pretty sure she could keep up with Beca on PlayStation with all the exercise her fingers had gotten.
"Chlo," Beca strained. "If you murder me right now they can still save him."
Chloe leaned forward to hug her not caring that Beca was all sweaty. The two ladies melted into each other. Chloe was amazed just how much peace simply being with another person can bring. Beca would agree.
The hug was just what Beca needed.
"What are you doing?" Chloe asked Beca who shamelessly snaked her wife's phone out from her pocket.
"Calling Fat Amy," Beca said, slightly out of breath. "She'll kill me."
Chloe snatched the phone from her wife.
"Rebecca Mitchell you stop this right now and pull yourself together for the sake of our baby!" And Chloe thought Beca was difficult during the pregnancy. Fuck what she wouldn't give right now for Beca's biggest gripe to be about Chloe refusing to bring her ice covered in ranch dressing. Only her wife would crave something so simple yet so gross.
Beca cried. "I love the little fucker with all my heart, but I don't know if I can do this. It hurts so bad," referring to the contractions, "just tell him I love him so much and promise me you'll ahh-" Beca winced in pain. "Promise me you'll bring him to visit my grave on birthdays and our anniversary!"
"I'm not going to promise anything of the sort Beca because you are going to deliver our little man and then we're gonna live our happily ever after." Chloe smiled confidently.
"Oh god. Chlo it feels like I'm shitting a knife!"
Chloe leaned over the side of the bed. Hugging and kissing Beca seemed to have a calming effect on the brunette. Chloe nuzzled her head against her wife. Their minds felt synced, they had to be, unquestionably; it grounded them instantly.
The role reversal came as a surprise to Chloe.
Usually she was the neurotic one while Beca was the calm, cool, and collected one. When her wife's water broke Chloe squealed in delight, hopped out of bed, proceeded to grab the bag they'd packed two months ago, pull the car around, and drive to the hospital. Both ladies fell in love with each other a little more. Beca with how fucking on that shit Chloe was (seriously her wife was so attentive), and Chloe with Beca's vulnerability.
"We got this babe," she said softly. "Don't forget we're Bhloe. No wait! We're...Bechloe?" She asked Beca with a shrug hoping the nickname stuck.
"Took you ten years to find that," Beca laughed.
"We're the lesbian power couple who took LA by storm now we're here to show the east coast how it's done!"
Beca was getting amped up. "Yeah. Yeah we're gonna be those cool moms everyone's jealous of!"
"Gonna take our boy to Disneyland," Chloe smiled, feeding off the energy.
"Yeah! I'm gonna take him to a Foo Fighter's concert."
"I don't know Becs. He might still be a little young for rock and roll."
Beca rolled her eyes. "You're lucky you're beautiful."
"You're beautiful too baby," Chloe smiled at her wife.
"I look like a snake swallowed a basketball," Beca complained. "But whatever. We're definitely taking him to see Cats on Broadway!" She said with an air of finality. Cats was non negotiable; Chloe knew that when she married her.
Chloe turned to the doctor who'd been standing in the room since the beginning of hers and Beca's little exchange. "Sorry. She gets a little feisty. This is our first baby," she declared proudly.
"Hey it's no problem at all. Believe it or not this happens fairly often. You're one of the more tamer couples I've come across," the doctor couldn't help but smile.
"Just remember, you promised you'd carry the next one," Beca chuckled.
"Of course baby." Chloe kissed her wife on the lips. The kiss was a little deep, as deep as permitted given their setting. Chloe smiled. "What happened to 'no morning sickness for you' babe?"
Chloe watched her wife's pitiful attempt to scoot into a more comfortable position, before the tiny brunette threw her arms down in defeat "Welp you try pushing a bowling ball out your cooch and see if it changes your perspective a little, babe", Beca shot back.
Playfully.
Beca was both excited and scared. Her life was about to change forever, hopefully for the best. She looked at her wife who was decked out in scrubs, and thought back to earlier in the evening when Chloe rolled out of bed, threw on a form fitting pair of blue jeans that hugged her butt in all the right places, and a hot pink sweat jacket. Chloe looked so plain Jane. Beca couldn't help but wonder if there was anything sexier as Chloe propped Beca up with her arm draped across her shoulder and walked her into the hospital in the chilly autumn weather?
Yeah Beca chose a good one. The best person on Earth to do life with.
Chloe caught Beca staring, and tearfully matched the brunette's smile with her own.
"Alright Mamma's let's meet your little guy!" Doctor Wilkins smiled as she adjusted her rubber gloves.
It takes a very short hour for Logan Arthur Mitchell to make his way into the world. A happy healthy baby boy. Though if you ask Chloe she's not so sure about the healthy part since the first words his innocent little mind was exposed to was a string of curses that would make even the most hardened veterans of the west coast rap scene blush.
"Here you go Mamma's," their doctor smiled as she handed Beca and Chloe their child.
"He's so perfect Becs," Chloe bawled as she traced over the infants face with her index finger. He's already manipulating her.
Beca's son is the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. Everything she is, has, or ever will be is irrelevant. Logan has stolen her heart. Beca wonders just how in the hell it's possible to fall in love with someone after you just met them a couple seconds ago? She'd do anything for her friends and loved ones, but she'll gladly give her life for this lumpy potato wrapped up in his cute little swaddle. She'd die for him without a moment's hesitation. In fact Beca's sure she'd kill everyone in this room (save for Chloe) then trap them in hell where they're forced into listening to Justin Bieber songs for all of eternity, just for him.
He is her son.
Hers and Chloe's son.
Their baby. This was real. Beca and Chloe did this. The activities fair, the shower where they met each other, initiation night, ICCA's, Worlds, USO, it all flashed before their eyes. None of the greatness they'd achieved could top this.
Their finest hour.
Eight pounds two ounces of pure unbridled awesomeness.
"Look Chlo! Look at his eyes," Beca smiled. Tears were prickling in the corner of her eyes. Then Chloe guided her son's hand over to Beca's finger.
"Oh my god," Beca sobbed, overwhelmed with emotion when her baby curled his tiny little fist against his mother's finger. His mother's badass reputation was laid to rest right then and there. Not that she really cared. Real badasses wear their heart on their sleeve. Obviously.
Beca helped her child settle in Chloe's arms all snug as a bug. The redhead was powerless. Right then knew she'd be caving in, giving him an extra cookie or letting him borrow the car. Her wife was so strong. "Our little family is whole now, huh little guy. Yes it is. Mommy and I love you so much. You've made our family perfect. This is the happiest day of my life." Chloe covered her newborn with happy kisses. When Logan curled into her chest, Chloe thought her heart was going to vibrate out of her chest from baby snuggles.
Oh yeah Chloe couldn't wait till Logan was a little older so she can show him around the animal hospital she runs.
"Hey mommy." Chloe whispered to her wife.
"What up Mama," Beca whispered in response. Careful not to wake their child who's heavy eyes carried him off to his first sleep.
"You can take him to see the Foo Fighters." Chloe snickered.
"Fuck that babe. He's a rockstar. I'm thinking Aerosmith!"
Both women laughed. Enjoying their serenity for as long as fate would allow them. Logan will be waking up soon for his first feeding. Beca and Chloe Mitchell wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. This was their life.
Their legacy now.
Their happily ever after.
To be continued...