Yellow Dungarees

Beca woke to a small pair of feet pressed against her back and her side of the duvet no longer over her body. She turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of her wife and daughter sleeping soundly next to her, wrapped up in a cocoon of the bedding.

The morning light was shining through the slight parting in the curtains, as Beca turned onto her back, carefully moving Ava's feet back to the centre of the bed. She could see Chloe's arm protectively wrapped around her waist and the sunlight reflective off the wedding band on her finger.

Beca let out a content sigh, a joyous smile on her face.

The alarm on the night stand began to beep loudly, causing Beca's hand to quickly silence it, trying to stop it from waking her little family.

"Mom?"

Too late...

Ava whispered quietly, turning to face Beca with a wide grin.

Beca returned the smile, before pressing a finger to her lips and carefully lifting up Chloe's arm. The redhead stirred, letting out a quiet mumble before lying on her back and returning to sleep. Beca scooped her daughter up slowly and stepped out of bed.

"Breakfast?" she whispered in her ear, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek.

"Breakfast!" Ava confirmed with an enthusiastic fist pump.

Once they were on the hallway Beca softly shut the bedroom door and raced a laughing Ava down the stairs on her back.

"Alright, kiddo what's on the menu, cereal?" she asked the moment they arrived in the kitchen, gently dropping the nodding three year old to sit on the counter.

"Coming right up!"

It's strange how Beca's life had turned out. She's certain she has never experienced so much happiness since she started a family with her wife. Fresh out of college her and Chloe kept their relationship strong, but made sure to throw themselves into both their desired careers, not allowing any obstacle to stop them. By the time they had both considered to be content and successful at work, the couple spent more time and effort on their relationship.

It wasn't long before they were married, owned a house and started a family. This wasn't the life Beca had mapped out for herself when she was in college but from the moment she met Chloe, she knew the woman needed to be in it. Being a wife and a mother is a rewarding job, but it's even more rewarding and even more wonderful because she has Chloe and Ava in her life.

"No milk!" the child yelled just as Beca was about to pour some in the bowl in front of her. Beca let out an amused chuckle, before fishing a spoon out of the drawer, "Right, I forget, you're weird!" she teased.

"Am not!" Ava shot back.

"Are too!" Beca replied handing her the bowl and bobbing her nose.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"AM NOT!" she exclaimed, causing Beca to laugh.

"Alright, alright you win!" she whined, a smirk on her face.

Beca moved around the kitchen island and turned on the coffee machine. She poured some into a mug and pulled herself up to sit next to her daughter. Reaching for the bowl, Beca helped herself to a handful of cereal and washed it down with some coffee.

"Mom says you're supposed to ask" Ava mumbled, with food in her mouth.

"Yeah and she also says don't talk with your mouthful, dude."

The child swallowed, just before sticking her tongue out and protectively hugging the bowl and moving it out of Beca's reach.

"Yep, you're definitely my kid" she sighed proudly, bringing the cup back to her lips.

Once they were both finished, the brunette helped Ava down from the counter and poured some more coffee into a mug.

"Right, you have got to get ready for school."

Beca made her way up the stairs, watching the toddler in front of her carefully to make sure she managed up the steps, before she darted off to her own bedroom with a loud and infectious giggle. The brunette entered her room, making her way over to the body wrapped up in the bed sheets and placing the mug of coffee down on Chloe's bedside.

She sat down, before slowly pulling the duvet down from Chloe's face and peppering her neck with light kisses, a muffled "morning" tickling the other woman's skin. She let out a sleepily hum and tangled her fingers in Beca's hair, bringing her face closer to hers with a lazy smile and kissing her lips.

"Someone is up early" Chloe teased once they had parted.

Beca simply chuckled, "...and you're up last."

The redhead sat up, allowing Beca to sit cross legged near the bottom of the bed. Chloe reached for her coffee with appreciative thanks and brought it to her lips.

"Where's trouble?" she asked with a loving smile.

"Fed, watered and getting ready for pre-school" Beca replied, earning a light shove from Chloe's foot; Beca had a habit of referring to their daughter like she was a plant or a pet. In all honesty, it started the minute Ava was born, the brunette still couldn't believe she was responsible for another person and Beca's attempt at humor was a way to suppress her nerves and anxiety. Now, four years on she still does it, just because she loves the eye roll it receives from her wife.

"You know she's going to insist on wearing those horrible dungarees your Mom bought, right?"

As Ava grew older, it was clear to see she had inherited Chloe's pout and puppy dog eyes, along with the ability to use them as effectively as her Mother; she was three. It became difficult for Beca and her Mom to say no to the little girl, so when on a shopping trip with Beca's Mother and Ava spotted a pair of mustard yellow dungarees with a bright pink flower on the front pocket – they were hideous – she came home with them an hour later with a huge smile on her face, insisting on wearing them every day.

That was six days ago and the child was doing a very good job at keeping her word.

"Yep" Beca nodded. "But if she wants to wear them, who am I to stop her? We all have to make our fashion mistakes, Chlo, even if they start at the age of three" she added sarcastically.

Chloe shook her head, before leaning forward "And this is why I wake up first in the morning."

She pecked Beca's lips quickly before getting to her feet and stretching her back, causing her top to ride up slightly, catching the younger woman's eye. Beca was quickly standing to wrap her arms around her wife's waist, "I think we should both get up first every morning" she whispered in her ear, her voice lowering slightly.

Chloe sank into Beca's embrace for a moment before letting out a sigh, "Nope, not on parent duty" she replied, stilling the wandering hands pulling at the waistband of her shorts.

"We were on parent duty all last night" Beca whined, interlocking their fingers together.

Before Chloe could say anything, Ava was pushing at the bedroom door, dressed in her predicted yellow outfit, causing Beca to step back from Chloe.

"Yeah, because of nightmares" the redhead announced loudly, shooting a glare at Beca and making her way over to their daughter and helping Ava fasten the buckle.

"Did you have any more bad dreams last night, sweetie?" she asked, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Nope..." Ava beamed, "...You kept them away, just like you said."

Chloe was always supposed to be a Mother and Beca was in awe everyday as to how she did such an amazing job day in and day out.

"Alright, should we go and make your lunch?" she asked offering her hand out, "Mommy has to get ready for work and hopefully make some fashion mistakes of her own" Chloe shouted, flashing her a knowing look before making her way out of the room.

"Hey, plaid never goes out of fashion!" Beca retorted after them with a wonky smile.

Yep, married life was pretty great.

A/N – So I'm not sure where this came from, but it happened. I can't work out if I think it's good enough or not, but I promised more chapter updates, so... meh.