Beca looked up from her laptop screen as she heard delicious peals of laughter accompanied by soft, tinkly music wafting through the house. A small smile graced her face as she basked in the happiness of the small moment. That Chloe was really her wife and they really did have a little one as purely awesome as Olivia to call their own.

"That's very pretty dancing, Liv." She heard Chloe say from their daughter's bedroom. "Soon you'll be so good that you'll dance better than your mom. But don't tell her I said that." Beca chuckled because she knew that Chloe would have known she could hear. The older woman loved to tease Beca about how uncoordinated she was. She heard one of Olivia's luscious giggles in response, followed by the little girl stating, "I'm already better than mommy. That's what Aunt Aubrey said last week!" Beca rolled her eyes. Typical Aubrey. She got off the bed she'd been occupying and quietly made her way to her daughter's room, leaning against the doorframe and watched her two girls for a few moments. They were both dressed in princess tutus and Beca discretely pulled out her phone to grab a snap. Their backs were towards her so they had no knowledge of her presence and continued their dance uninterrupted. The dog, Charlie, was sitting on Olivia's bed watching them, his tail wagging happily. Beca scowled when she saw that he was directly situated on top of the girl's pillow, something which definitely couldn't have been sanitary, but decided to let it go- she didn't want to ruin the sweetness of the scene before her. Soon the music ended and the first few beats of the next song drifted into the air, and Beca realised that Just the Way You Are was playing out of the iHome.

"Wow Olivia, did you know that this was the song I sang with mommy and the Bellas once?" Chloe asked her daughter, a blissful smile on her face.

"Yes, mama, I do. You've told me this story a thousand times."

"It was before we were dating, the first time I knew that I was really-"

"In love with her. I know mama." Olivia interjected, finishing for her. She had a tired tone but secretly loved to hear stories of the early days of her moms' relationship. Chloe chuckled and continued to dance with her daughter, spinning them around with a flourish and spotting Beca for the first time.
"Oh, hey, sweetie." She said. Olivia followed her gaze and turned too to face her mom.

"Hey, mommy." She said, grinning. Beca smiled warmly back at her.

"How's my favourite little ballerina doing?" Beca asked, crossing the room to her and picking up her daughter, refusing to note the fact that the girl was nearly up to her in height.

"Good. Mama was just showing me how to do some of the old Bellas dance moves." Olivia informed her. Beca's eyebrows raised and she shot Chloe a look.

"Is she really? Well, Aunt Aubrey's going to love that. She'll be trying to recruit you before you even start first grade."

Olivia giggled at Beca. "No, silly, you have to be in college for that!" She corrected.

"Well as long as no one comes barging into your shower and basically forces you to join." Beca agreed, looking at Chloe meaningfully. The redhead, watching the two of them with a wide smile on her face, chuckled at the memories of their college experience.

"You loved every minute of it." She shot back. "Plus, who knows? If I hadn't have done that, maybe we wouldn't have ever started dating and we wouldn't be here together now."

"That's true. I guess I kind of did like it." Beca agreed. She turned to her daughter who was playing with her hair absentmindedly. "Don't tell mama, but I actually liked it a lot." She stage whispered to the young girl, who giggled delightedly. Chloe winked at Beca. "Anyhoo, I hate to be a buzz kill, but it's ten minutes past your bed time, baby girl."

Olivia frowned angrily, and Beca had to bite back laughter because the resemblance of the sight to Chloe's pissed off face was uncanny. "But I wanna dance with mama!" She protested.

"In the morning, baby. I promise." Beca replied, placing a kiss on the child's forehead. She tucked her daughter in and then stepped back as Chloe gave the girl a hug.

"We love you, Livs." Chloe whispered, kissing her on the cheek.

"I love you too, mommy and mama." Olivia whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as a soft yawn escaped her mouth.

Chloe smiled and turned off the music before walking over to Beca and wrapping her arms around her wife.

"She's pretty great, isn't she?" She whispered. Beca grinned.

"The very best. Just like her mom."

At this, they crept out of the room, turning off the light on their way out.

They traipsed to their shared bedroom, hands entwined. After the door was safely closed behind them, Beca turned to Chloe.

"You know," she said, playing with the ribbon of the costume that Chloe was wearing between her fingers. "The whole princess look is kinda hot on you. I like it." She admitted, grinning coyly.

"Is that so?" Chloe asked, her eyebrow quirking.

"Mmm hmm." Beca murmured, her hand reaching up to carefully tuck a strand of Chloe's fiery red locks behind her ear. She leaned up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Chloe's neck, her lips coming up to crash against her wife's. Chloe moaned appreciatively as her arms snaked around Beca's waist, pulling her closer. They kissed passionately until the need for air pulled them apart, but as Chloe caught her breath, Beca wasted no time. Her fingers worked the zipper of the dress so that it fell to Chloe's feet in one swift motion, and she threw her own shirt over her head.

Bringing her lips back down to Beca's, Chloe stepped out of the dress and led the younger woman over to their bed, pushing her gently so that they were lying down, Chloe on top of Beca. Chloe detached from Beca's lips and began a trail of sloppy kisses down her neck, across her collarbone and to her breast, which was still concealed by the thin fabric of her bra. Scowling because there just was too much clothing, Chloe made quick work of Beca's bra strap and it popped off, revealing two luscious breasts. Chloe gasped- no matter how many times she saw them, they were still breath-takingly beautiful- and moved to take one of Beca's nipples in her mouth, sucking tentatively and earning plenty of enthusiastic moans from Beca. The brunette soon pulled her gently back up to her mouth, she needed her there, and Chloe's hands reached down to slide the skinny jeans off of Beca's slender legs.

Soon enough, there were only two pairs of underpants separating them and they were quickly taken care of, and Chloe's hands slid up Beca's thigh to give her-

And then it happened. That goddamn dog.

Charlie was standing in the door to their bathroom, barking loudly.

Chloe rolled over with a sigh and pulled up the covers, blushing furiously. Beca scowled and tried to catch her breath, the pre-orgasm bliss that had been filling her body slowly seeping away until she was left feeling nothing but very, very mad.

"That stupid dog. I told you he was a bad idea!" Beca exclaimed, glaring at the canine who whimpered uneasily and backed away a couple of steps.

"How did he even get in here?" Chloe muttered, throwing her arms up in the air. "We closed the door."

"I don't know." Beca said. "But uh, we kind of started something here and I was wondering if we could finish it?" She gestured between the two of them, and after a second, Chloe caught on, chuckling.

"Sure." She agreed. "After all, we are trying to make a baby, right?"
"But-"

"Just pretend, ok?" Chloe asked. Comprehension dawned on Beca and she nodded. Once again, their lips were working together as Chloe pulled Beca closer and her hand found its way to exactly where Beca needed it. She was about to work her magic (it wasn't only her tongue she was insanely talented with) when once again, it happened.

The fucking dog began to howl again.

Chloe froze. Beca cursed. The dog whimpered.

A few minutes passed.

"One more try?" Beca suggested weakly.

Chloe nodded doubtfully, more hesitant now but still happy to succumb to Beca's wishes. Their kisses grew more and more heated and it seemed to be going okay but as soon as Chloe got anywhere near Beca's lady parts, the dog started to bark again.

Soon they gave up, Chloe biting her lip as she lay next to Beca, who was fuming.

"We are going to take him back first thing tomorrow." Beca muttered angrily.

Chloe smiled awkwardly. "Maybe if we train him, it won't be so bad." She offered. Beca turned to her.

"You do realise that the dog over there just stopped us from having sex, right?"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "I guess you're right. But please, just give it some time." She insisted. Beca sighed.

"You have two days to prove it." She finally agreed. Chloe smiled happily, edging closer to Beca and wrapping her arms around her wife.

"Great, honey." She whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Beca's head. "You won't regret it, I promise."

Then there was silence. After a while, when Beca was finally drifting off to sleep, she heard a noise coming from the bathroom. She got out of bed, swearing like a sailor, and trudged through the door to see Charlie lying on the tiles in a pool of his own pee.
"Chloe?" Beca called, and turned to see that her wife was sound asleep, a serene smile on her face. Which meant that Beca had no choice but to clean it all up on her own. "Just like I predicted." She muttered sourly, crinkling her nose at the dog, who eyed her curiously. "You suck, you know that?" She told him. He wagged his tail at her happily.