Despite Beca bringing in most of the income, Chloe still enjoyed directing Broadway shows. She was at one tonight, leaving Beca with the kids.

Beca knew the bedtime routine, but tonight was the first time that it was raining.

"It'll be Becs, if they're asleep, then they won't wake up." Chloe said.

"I know, but you're better at the thunderstorm relaxation thing." "Baby, I gotta go. Just remember, 'Favorite Things' and it will work out. I love you."

"I know. Love you too, stay safe." "Will do, see you later." "Bye."

Beca hung up and sighed, pulling the blanket up higher.

Thunder crashed and in ran Benson and Avery, jumping on the bed.

"Ow fuck!" Beca yelps. "Oopsie." The twins said.

Beca groans.

Around when the twins turned two, they tended to repeat Beca's colorful language. So Chloe created the "Oopsie Jar". Everytime someone swore, someone else would say "Oopsie" and the culprit would have to put a quarter in the jar in the pantry.

"Sorry, you guys just crushed my ribs." Beca says as the two redheads snuggled in her arms as another crash happened.

"Mama, we're scared." Avery said.

"What does Mommy sing again?" Beca asked. "Favorite Things...do you not know it?" Benson questions the DJ.

"I do, but between us three, I don't like that song." "Why not?" "It keeps you awake longer than we want."

Beca tickles them. They laugh until another crash occurs.

"Mama?" Benson asks. "Yes Baby?" "Sing us something please?"

Beca thought for a minute.

All I wanted was a sweet distraction for an hour or two.

Had no intention to do the things weve done.

Funny how it always goes with love, when you dont look, you find.

But then were two of a kind, we move as one.

Were an all time high-

"Where's that from?" Avery interrupts. "Octopussy." Beca shrugs.

"Oopsie." Benson said.

"Shit, how is that an 'oopsie'?" "Oopsie!"

Beca rolls her eyes, "What about one from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?"

"Huh?" Two pairs of bright blue eyes look at her.

"It's a movie about a flying car. God, I have to show you it." Beca said before an even louder crash occurred.

The twins dug themselves deeper into the DJ's embrace.

Beca sighed before beginning to sing:

A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain

Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.

It fills the sails of boats that are waiting--

Waiting to sail your worries away.

It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain

And your boat waits down by the quay.

The winds of night so softly are sighing--

Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.

So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.

Wave good-bye to cares of the day.

And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain

Sail far away from lullaby bay.

She looked and saw that the twins had fallen asleep. She smiled before falling asleep herself.