Bailey: Age 14
Blake: Age 3
It was Bailey's 14th birthday party. Beca and Chloe had organized an event at a local trampoline park with a few of Bailey's friends. There was a boy Bailey was developing a little crush on. The only other boy was an out and proud gay teen, who reminded Beca remarkably a lot of Jesse.
Blake was already fussy as soon as they got to the park. Beca had been looking forward to getting on the trampolines and maybe showing off a bit for her eldest, but she hated to leave Chloe with a whiny kid.
"Want me to take him to the kid area?" Beca asked when Chloe finally sat down, already looking exhausted.
"No, that's okay." Chloe let out a little sigh. "I'll take him in a minute. He's probably just jealous all the attention isn't on him."
"Okay, but listen, you're not on parenting duty the whole time."
"Babe, we're both on parenting duty the whole time." Chloe laughed good naturedly. "I'd rather handle Blake than a pack of wild teenagers. You go for it."
"Fine." Beca grinned. "If we need to switch, you say so."
"I will." Chloe stretched her neck up to give Beca a quick kiss. "Now go show those youngin's how it's done."
"Will do." Beca smirked with a quick little salute before going to join Bailey and the group.
After awhile of being on the trampolines and trying out various jumps and flips, Beca decided she needed a break. She was grateful Blake and Chloe had decided the same.
"How was the kiddie area?" Beca asked as she wiped her brow.
"We had so much fun, didn't we?" Chloe smiled down at Blake who held her hand tightly with the widest grin.
"I do big jumps, Mommy!"
"Awesome, little dude!" Beca gave him a high five before stealing a little kiss from her wife.
"He's a little tired. When's lunch and cake?" Chloe asked, also looking a little worn out herself.
"After the dodgeball game." Beca wiggled her eyebrows.
"Oh, babe." Chloe sighed. "Please don't tell me you're going to try and bully a bunch of teenagers in trampoline dodgeball."
"Not bully! Dominate."
"You are ridiculous."
"But you love me." Beca smiled proudly. "So are you two gonna come watch?"
"Yes!" Blake clapped his hands, not even aware of what he was clapping for.
Beca had reserved a small trampoline room for an hour for just the birthday party. She suggested a little game of trampoline dodgeball, which Bailey was fully on board with.
"As long as I'm on the team against you." Bailey narrowed her eyes, playfully competitive.
"Exactly what I was planning." Beca gave her the exact same look back.
The teams were assigned. Bailey's friends were all super excited. They all viewed Beca and Chloe as the coolest moms in school, despite Bailey's adamant refusal to agree. Beca glanced at Chloe, who held a very curiously excited Blake in her lap. She shot her wife a confident wink before turning to her opponents.
On Beca's count the teams started throwing soft dodgeballs the sizes of grapefruits at each other. They were bouncing around and everyone was laughing and having a good time. While Beca was still ultra competitive, she was more excited to have a successful party for a group of teenagers. That was difficult to do.
With a few teens from both teams out of the game and jumping near the back of the respective teams, Beca set her sights on the boy that seemed infatuated with her daughter. She cocked her arm, and hurled the ball his direction. It hit him right on the front of his shoulder. The force knocked him a little off balance, and after struggling to keep it, he fell flat on his face and bounced a few times before struggling to get to his feet.
"How do ya like me now, punk?" Beca raised her arms in victory, jumping a little higher.
Bailey, never one to let her mom get too cocky, hurled a ball right at her. Beca saw it coming and managed to twist her body just so to avoid getting hit. The ball rolled a few inches away so that it was just in between Beca and Bailey. And at that moment the two brunettes realized it was down to just them.
They locked eyes, then glanced at the ball. They both lunged quickly for it. Bailey got to it first, but they were both on their bellies at that point. Beca had precious few seconds to get to her feet and get into a defensive stance. The moment she got on her feet she spun away from Bailey but her toe clipped the edge of one of the matts.
It was like it happened in slow motion.
Beca tripped and saw the trampoline headed towards her face at rapid speed. She faceplanted and bounced hard. Her feet awkwardly flew in the air behind her and over her head as her arms flailed, trying to push herself back up. Bailey smiled cunningly as she took aim. She threw the ball with the force and precision of a softball shortstop and hit Beca right in the middle of her back.
"We win!" Bailey raised her fists high above her head victoriously. "How do you like me now, huh?" She threw Beca's words right back at her before turning to celebrate with her team.
Beca grunted and grumbled as she shoved herself to her feet.
"You got lucky, kid."
"Keep telling yourself that." Bailey just kept jumping with the cockiest smirk on her lips.
Beca found her way to her wife and son and sat down with a heavy sigh. Chloe curled her lips together to keep the laughter from seeping out, but her chest was shaking with silent giggles.
"Yeah, laugh it up." Beca snarked. "I could have died."
"Right, right. Just like that bear trap." Chloe couldn't contain her laughter in anymore.
"Mommy silly!" Blake giggled almost maniacally as he stumbled over to Beca and slapped her knees with his palms. She took the cue and easily lifted him to her lap.
"You liked that, huh?"
"Yeah!" Blake smiled his little toothy grin.
"God, I love his laugh." Beca said quietly when she turned to Chloe.
"You make him laugh a lot." Chloe's smile softened a little as she rubbed the boy's head. "You're a really good mom."
Beca just bit her lip proudly before blowing a raspberry on Blake's cheeks causing him to erupt in squealing giggles.
"Despite the near death experience." Beca smirked as she bounced the boy on her knee. "This is a pretty successful birthday party."
"Of course it is." Chloe wiggled her shoulders with an awkward cocky smirk on her lips. "We're the cool moms."