Beca's tired, fucking irritated and God help her, all she wants is this fucking baby out of her. A week. A week past her due date and nothing. Nothing but stupid tiredness and aches. Don't get her wrong, she wants this baby more than anything, she just doesn't want it inside of her anymore. Probably more so than Chloe. Which is saying a lot.


Beca can feel Chloe's breath on her neck, her nose resting by her shoulder, and her hand resting on her side. In other words, her wife was fast asleep, thankfully. But Beca kind of wished she was awake, so she could talk to her, or feel her hand making soft patterns on her hip or belly. But she wasn't. And Beca wasn't selfish, she wasn't going to wake her up, not after the horrible work day she had supposedly had and Beca's ever growing cravings pissing her off to no end. The brunette just thinks she's jealous of Beca's whole period situation while the redhead's suffering.

So Beca lays there, trying so, unbelievably hard to go to sleep, but her back is killing her and she needs to move. But she isn't selfish. Okay, maybe she is. So, slowly, always so slowly, Beca shuffles away from Chloe and then turns towards her to lay on her back. She lets out an involuntary groan at the movement and tries to stretch, with minimal movement to the mattress so as to not jostle Chloe, but nothing seems to relieve her pain. And then Chloe's moving, probably from the movement, and Beca's not sure whether to prepare herself to be shouted at or comforted. Because, believe it or not, her wife loved her sleep and due to that, whenever woken she could be very unpredictable. So Beca stares at the ceiling in hopes that Chloe will just go straight back to sleep.

"Hey." Fuck. Beca's not sure of a time, other than this of course, when she's ever been unhappy to hear Chloe's groggy voice.

"Hi babe, go back to sleep," Beca turns slightly to face her, putting her hand on the redhead's arm and smoothing her fingers over it.

"What's wrong?" Of course. Beca should've seen that one coming.

"Nothing, I'm fine.

"Beca…remember that little chat we had? Where you said you would tell me everything from now on? Yeah, well umm that kinda applies here, I'm afraid."

So Beca gives in, because yes, they had had that chat. "My back hurts."

"Turn around," Chloe says simply. It's such a quick response, Beca's not sure if it was even thought through but of course, she does. And, God, she's never been so happy than when she feels Chloe's hand's run up her top and rest on her back. Thumbs quickly start massaging each side and Beca can't help but let out a sigh of contentment. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, try relax." Beca feel Chloe's kisses on her back, on her shoulders, and she can tell from her wife's voice that he doesn't want a reply. Not one in the form of words anyway. She wants her to relax, to rest, and try, really fucking try, to go into a restful sleep.


Should I, or shouldn't I? That was Beca's thought process. I shouldn't. Nope, sorry Chloe but it's just not happening. And of course, she would most likely have to apologise to Chloe in approximately 10 minutes, not because she has to, because let's be honest, Chloe wouldn't cause a fuss over it, but because she wants to. Yet Beca still can't be bothered to get up, clean her mess from the table in front of her where the only visible space was the part her feet were on. But she was pregnant and that's all the reason she needed for not getting up.

She hears the door open a few minutes later over the tv, and then the keys clatter in the dish next to the door. The brunette knows that the redhead will probably bounce in here, telling her about some kitten she saw on the way home or how she had the best coffee today or some random, ridiculous thing that happened, so she turns the volume down just a few notches, just so she can have an actual conversation with her wife. Yet Chloe still hasn't come in. And Beca's back is to the door but she's pretty sure Chloe's not in here. She would have heard her come in. "Babe?" Beca decides to shout to the kitchen. She still can't be fucked to get up.

There's a few seconds where Beca's just staring into space, waiting for an answer until, "I'm peeing!" And its just as enthusiastic as Chloe usually is after work, but something sounds off. And Beca's not too sure what. Firstly, Chloe had the bladder of…well, she just had a really good bladder, to the point where Beca was seriously freaked out. Seriously, the girl peed like once a day, if that. So, Beca's kind of suspicious of that fact alone. And then there was Chloe's voice. It was loud-had to be to go through the entire house from the bathroom to the living room-but there was just something that sounded off. Like when Chloe would get really tired, but she just had to stay happy, for whoever was around her. Maybe she was just tired. Yeah, just tired.

Sticking with that, at least until Chloe made her entrance, Beca decides to lean back into the couch, blanket over her legs, and wait for Chloe.

Of course, by the time Beca actually turns her head at the sound of redhead, all thoughts are gone, and her attention is on the tv. Until she sees Chloe.

"Chlo, what's wrong?" It comes out of Beca's mouth instantly as she lifts her left arm, inviting Chloe to cuddle into her side. Chloe did love her cuddles and if Beca knew right, a cuddle did always help.

But right now, it seemed as though the redhead was in need of more, because to be honest, Beca had only seen Chloe like this on a handful of occasions. And they were rare occasions. Very rare. Chloe just stands a few feet from the couch, where Beca's open arms are, looks Beca right in the eye and lets out a slow breath. Like that's the first relief she's gotten all day. But then she's moving forward to Beca and sitting next to her, cuddling into her side.

Beca, being Beca, was shit scared. She didn't do emotions very well and sure she had definitely improved over the years, but her comfort skills weren't the best. And Chloe obviously has a lot of emotions. So, Beca, being Beca lets Chloe grab on to her, tucking her head under Beca's own head and gently strokes her wife's back. That was all she knew to do, for now.

"I don't know," Chloe's reply comes a few moments later, just heard over the mumbling of the tv. But Beca was grateful for the small background sounds.

"What do you mean? They were both talking in whispers of course, the only difference being that Chloe's were into Beca's shoulder and Beca's were against red hair.

"I mean, I can't relax, I feel anxious. Have felt anxious all day."

"So, its your anxiety?" You know that 'shit yourself' feeling that Beca had? Yeah, well that's back. Because Chloe's anxiety hadn't made an appearance since college. Senior year if Beca remembers right. So, the fact that its reappeared right before they're about to have a baby, that's a little scary.

"I guess," Beca hears after a few seconds. Chloe sounds almost disappointed by the fact, but in a weird way.

"You'll be okay, I got you." Beca kisses her forehead, squeezes her hand, because what else is she supposed to do?

A few hours later, when Chloe had been asleep for hours, still cuddled into Beca and legs across her lap, under the blanket of course, Beca manages to wake her, convincing her that they should head up to bed. So, that's where they go. Beca sits Chloe down on the bed, silently telling her to stay, grabs one of her own over sized hoodies from the closet with some shorts and helps her wife get dressed and then settled into bed. That's before sorting herself out of course, and then helping get Chloe comfortable against her.

She could feel her wife shaking, still, not that Chloe realised, but she had been that way since she'd come home. So, Beca decides to see how she is in the morning, make her take the day off if she had to. Whose kidding? Chloe was so taking the day off tomorrow.


"Goddamn it, Chloe," Beca finds herself whispering into the fridge. To say she was frustrated would be an understatement. And okay, it was totally uncalled for and Beca knows she's being irrational and a straight up dick but its just hormones you know? Like when you get your period and you're just a bitch to everyone around you even though all you want is a hug.

"What's taking you so long?" Chloe bounces in from the living room, playful tone and all.

"There's no milk," Beca mumbles as she puts the sugar away in the cupboard, just about able to reach.

"Oh yeah, crap, sorry I totally forgot to get some."

Beca only responds with an annoyed hum-she can tell Chloe isn't happy and probably confused but what was Beca to do about that?

"Okay, what's wrong? I'm sorry about the milk but-"

"I know you're sorry but that doesn't change the fact that there's no milk and I just made a cup of tea and you know how goddamn much I hate that, Chlo, and all I want is some tea because tea is great, and I just really want some, and, and, oh my god why am I crying?" Beca finishes her rant with tears flooding down her face-over tea-and yes Beca's kind of ashamed of herself. Nine months of pregnancy and she's managed to avoid anything overly emotional like this-okay there was that one time-and a week before her due date she's fucked up that commitment.

"Okay, I know, I'm sorry. It's okay." Chloe completely forgets the fact that Beca was just being a bitch, something Beca adds to the list of reasons why she loved her, and wraps her arms around the brunette.

"How about we go watch some Netflix in bed?" Chloe whispers over her shoulder from where their wrapped around one another. To be honest Chloe had no clue what was happening, none, she had never been pregnant, never would unfortunately, so how could she understand? She couldn't. All she knew is that this whole pregnancy is messing with Beca's brain and that's not in any way her wife's fault.

So, she pulls back at Beca's nod, places her hand in the small of her back, and gently guides her upstairs where they split off at the doorway. Chloe makes her way over to the tv on the wall, Beca heading for the bed.

By the time Beca's cuddled into Chloe, quietly giving in to the fact that she just really needs some comfort, the redhead has her own thoughts on why Beca was acting the way she was.

"I'm sorry for being a dick," Beca eventually mumbles into Chloe.

"It's okay, Becs. You're pregnant, I'm surprised this hasn't happened yet."

"Well, yeah but over milk! Fucking milk, Chloe, I'm going nuts!"

"You're not, babe, you're just scared and pregnant and your hormones are all out of whack."

"Yeah, maybe," Beca whispers, actually thinking it through like this hasn't gone through her mind before now. And then its silent again, other than the sound of the tv obviously.


"Well you know my suggestion," Chloe reminds her as she guides Beca to the bed.

"How could I forget?" Sarcasm as always.

"I'm serious, Becs. It's actually proven to induce labour!" It always happened like this, Chloe saying something to try and convince Beca, but she always ignores the redhead. This time, however, she was actually considering.

"Chloe…" Beca sighs. She doesn't have the energy to go through this. Again.

"No, seriously, babe, just hear me out. I can see you're miserable so if this doesn't work, which I'm 99% certain it will, then at least it will relax you a little and-"

"Fine Chlo, let's do it," Beca cuts her off. Oh god, what did she get herself into?

"Really?" Chloe says with a bit too much excitement for Beca's liking.

"It's worth a shot, right?"

Chloe only hums as she walks back over to the bed, sitting beside Beca. They smile at one another, and then Chloe's leaning in like she has so many times before. Beca's hands are instantly all over the redhead. Hormones.

They set a steady rhythm, tongues joined in a war, as hands roam and light moans escape. But then Chloe's moving her lips down her wife's neck and she instantly stops when Beca's hands are on her shoulders.

"I think my water just broke," Beca mumbles out, wide eyed.

"See! Told you it was scientifically proven," is all Chloe says.

"Chlo!" Okay, so Beca's freaking just a little. Only a little.

"Babe, its fine, okay? We're having a baby!"

"Yeah, okay but Chlo!" Just a little.

"Becs calm down, we can't go to the hospital until your contractions are close together…We should probably get you downstairs though." And there's the 'Doctor Beale' Beca had been waiting to see since she felt the gush of liquid.

"Okay, yeah, you're right."

So, Chloe helps Beca to the couch, setting her against the cushions comfortably before perching next to her, letting her hand drift up and down her wife's arm.

"Chlo, I'm scared," Beca mumbles after the first contraction. And Chloe can tell, can see, that Beca is terrified. Probably more so than Chloe's seen before.

"I know, honey, I know. But just remember that's worth it, okay?" The redhead tries to soothe her, tries to calm her down even slightly by running her hand up and down her back or arm and whispering to her. But Beca's in labour. And there's no calming that down.

"Ah, Chlo I'm sorry but I really hate you right now," Beca manages through clenched teeth as another contraction hits. Chloe can't help but smile, she felt like one of those stereotypical husbands that you read about in books or in movies that just get shouted at the entire time. But, much-like those people, she's 100% okay with Beca throwing some nasty words that she doesn't even mean at her for a couple hours if that's what will get her through this. She is giving Chloe a child, that, to be put simply, she couldn't have herself, so if Beca wants to swear and hate Chloe for a tiny fraction of their life's then Chloe says swear away!

Okay, okay, so I'm really really sorry about how short this chapter is but a) I didn't want to write the part where Beca actually gives birth(that just isn't my thing) and b) I kind of lost inspiration for this chapter. But it was requested so here it is! Please leave ANY requests for this series or maybe a tip or the type of fics you like? Okay? Okay. Byeeee