A/N: Hi people! So I have been recently working on a fic with Bechloe in the midst of an zombie apocalypse, but I just got the worst writers block . So just know I am doing the best I can. You gotta have patient with me ;) Also I just wanted to thank you for all the support! I really appreciate it. It's made writing more and more fun to me :) Also I've been asked to do prompts, which I of course gladly accept ^^
Could you do one where beca and chloe already have a kid, but pregnant again and have to explain it to the kid? Just kinda cute :) requested by Kurrii
"Go ahead... You tell her." Chloe told her wife, urging her towards the living room where their 6 year old daughter was listening to one of Beca's new mixes on the couch.
"Why me? She is your daughter." Beca pressed her finger against Chloe's chest, putting emphasis on 'your'.
"My daughter?!" Chloe started to laugh. "Oh no she is definitely your daughter." They had this a lot. Like... a lot. Most times it was whenever Emily did something and neither wanted to clean up her mess. But this time it was up to the two mothers to explain something to their kid. Beca and Chloe had been married for 8 years now. Six years ago Chloe gave birth to their little miracle and now Beca was expecting with their second one. She thought it was only fair for her to carry the second baby. Plus she wanted to have that experience as well. It was going to be a tough journey, with lots of bumps in the road. Emily deserved to know this. "We do it together." Beca said before cupping her wife's chin and pulling her into a kiss.
"Em? We need to talk to you." Chloe said, sitting down next to their little girl. Emily looked a lot like Chloe, her eyes just as blue, and hair auburn red, yet still she had Beca's stubbornness. Their daughter put the laptop aside, giving her moms the attention they asked for. "What is it mom?" She asked, sensing something was up. "How much do you know about babies? Where do you think they come from?" Beca asked her for an update on her knowledge about biology. She was still a child after all. When Beca was her age, she used to believe babies got delivered by Santa. "Patrick says babies grow to trees."
Beca was barely able to hold herself from laughing while Chloe acted dead serious about this. "Well... It's a funny thought but that's not how it's done honey." Chloe explained. "It starts with two people falling in love, like your mom and I did. But sometimes you have love for more than two. So you know what we do?" Beca was admiring the way Chloe perfectly managed to explain this sort of thing to a six year old. "We put all of that love inside our belly. And we let it grow and grow for nine months till it's so big, it finds its own way outside. Like a little bird cracking trough its egg." Chloe was using all kinds of body language during her lesson and both Emily and Beca were attentively listening. "Anyways, we wanted to tell you, you're getting a little sister or brother." Beca suddenly said, cutting straight to the point. She ignored the glare she got from Chloe who obviously wasn't done yet with her story. "NO WAY!" She flew Chloe around the neck. "THANK YOU!" She yelled, her little hands digging into Chloe's red hair. "Hey hey thank your mom... She will be carrying it." Chloe said, urging her to go to Beca who was eagerly waiting for a hug. Emily threw her small arms around the waist of the brunette, pressing her head against her belly. "I am going to be your sister!" She spoke proudly.
A/N: I hope this is what you meant Kurrii :) Also hail our Queens! Bechloe has won the Choice Chemistry at TCA and I couldn't be more proud ;_;