[Based off of this prompt: Imagine your OTP lying in bed together, person B is a couple moths pregnant and is lightly showing and Person A is gently stroking their stomach while planting kisses on Person B's lips and cheeks.]

Don't Get All Mushy On Me

Chloe and Beca were lying in bed. Chloe was reading a pregnancy book while Beca worked on a mix. The redhead looked over at her wife and grinned. The music producer had recently gotten glasses because apparently staring at a computer screen continuously for a long period of time was not considered good for your eyesight. While Beca absolutely hated her new eyewear and would rarely wear them, Chloe thought she looked adorable.

"What?" the brunette asked with a smirk.

"You are absolutely adorable, you know that?" Chloe said.

"Careful, Beale, I don't want you to get all mushy on me." Beca replied.

"I blame it all on the pregnancy hormones." the redhead said smugly.

"Nah," the shorter woman shook her head as she put her laptop away, "actually you were pretty mushy before."

Beca got back in bed and let her eyes fall to her wife's swollen stomach. Chloe was just starting to show and Beca absolutely loved it. Admittedly, she had been incredibly nervous about the prospect of being responsible for a tiny human being. However, when Chloe had said those magic words We're pregnant! all of the fear had been washed away, and instead the brunette had been absolutely over the moon with joy.

"I love you so much." the brunette said as she leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the redhead's lips. Then she leaned down and kissed the baby bump. "I love you, too, little Jellybean."

Beca had dubbed the baby "Jellybean" because that was exactly was she thought the baby looked like the first time they saw it on the ultrasound. Chloe thought it was ridiculously cute that the self-proclaimed bad-ass had come up with that nickname.

"Now look who's the mushy one!" the redhead said.

"Oh, don't give me that, you love it." Beca grinned as she kissed her wife on the cheek.

"You're right, I do love it." Chloe admitted.

"What are you hoping for: boy or girl?" the younger woman asked as she let her hand go to the redhead's stomach.

"I don't really care, just as long as they're healthy I'll be happy." the older woman shrugged. "What about you?"

"Well, I ultimately don't mind either way, but I think having a little girl would be pretty cool." Beca said. Then she added, "If we do have a little girl, she won't be dating until she's, like, fifty."

The redhead chuckled.

"You laugh, but if a guy comes near our little girl he'll end up with two black eyes."

"I love that you're already so protective of the baby. You're going to be an amazing mom, Bec." Chloe said seriously.

"I think we're both going to be amazing." the brunette replied, giving her wife another kiss before taking off her glasses.

The two settled down to sleep, enjoying lying in each other's arms.

"Oh God," Beca suddenly said, "I've lost of my bad-ass credibility haven't I?"

"Aww," even though Beca couldn't see Chloe she could still tell the redhead was smiling, "don't worry, you'll always be my adorable little bad-ass."

"I am not adorable."

"Whatever you say, babe."