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Chloe was in her office, working on something on her computer. She had been rather busy with work lately but she was actually glad about that, she wouldn't be able to work for a few months after the baby was born.
She and Beca had gone to their first appointment and it had been amazing. It was during the time Aubrey and Stacie were visiting so they stayed home with Charlotte.
Chloe had still thirty minutes before she could go home and she was honestly counting those minutes because this time, she said was the one picking Charlotte up from school.
Her cell phone ring and she frowned at the unknown number calling but answered it anyway.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Chloe Beale-Mitchell?" A woman asked.
"Yes, who am I speaking to?" Chloe asked with a frown.
"Hello, I'm Frankie from Charlotte's preschool." The woman said. "Well, there has been an accident and Charlotte is being taken to the hospital."
"Oh my God! What happened?!" Chloe asked, already turning off the computer and gathering her stuff to leave.
"Her classmates say they saw a boy push her off the slide and she fell on her head." Frankie said.
"What?! A boy pushed her?!" Chloe asked, fuming.
"Yes, we called the boy's parents already." Frankie said.
"I'm coming over right now, where is Charlotte?" Chloe asked.
"The Children's Hospital." Frankie said.
"Thank you." Chloe was about to hang up.
"We called your wife but there was no answer." Frankie said. "The headmaster is there already, she wants to talk to you about this."
"Okay." Chloe said and hung up, one because she was super angry and two she had to use both hands to push doors and carry her stuff to her car.
Chloe drove as calmly as she could to the Children's Hospital and made it there in 10 minutes.
"Hello, I'm Charlotte Mitchell's mother." Chloe said.
"Charlotte is running an MRI scan, her doctor should be with you shortly." The woman said.
"Mrs. Mitchell?" Another voice called her and she turned around to be met with a middle aged blonde woman.
"Hello Mrs. Jillian." Chloe said with a calm sigh.
"I'm so sorry about what happened." She said. "I've talked to Henry's parents, they're going to talk to him and will call you soon."
Chloe nodded.
"Is this the first incident between him and Charlotte?" Chloe asked.
"Yes, nothing has ever happened before." Mrs. Jillian said. "But if it does, we'll call you and Henry's parents and see what we can do."
"Okay." Chloe said.
She sat next to the blonde woman and they two waited for some news. Chloe tried to call Beca but the brunette was on a two hour meeting and just wasn't picking up.
After about forty five minutes, a small brunette doctor that looked a bit like Beca, walked in and offered the two a comforting smile.
"I'm assuming you're Charlotte's mom?" She asked Chloe, reaching out her hand and Chloe shook it.
"Yes, you can call me Chloe." Chloe said. "How is my daughter?"
"Well come on, I'm Dr. Olivia" She said. "We ran an MRI so we can see if there's anything wrong, the results are gonna be out soon. Now Charlotte is feeling dizzy, sleepy, but her pupils aren't dilated, which is a good sign. Though she does have a nasty bump on her head that's near her eye, causing it to swallow. So we're icing it."
Chloe nodded.
"Is she awake?" She asked.
Dr. Olivia opened a door and it showed Charlotte laying on a bed, a nurse by her side, icing her eye while she let the child play with her stethoscope.
Chloe let out a relieved sigh and ran over to Charlotte's side.
"Char, oh my God, I'm so glad you're okay!" She said.
"Mamma!" Charlotte smiled big.
"Hey sweetie. How are you?" Chloe asked, brushing her hair away from her face.
"There's a boo boo on my head, mamma." She pouted.
"Did you fall, honey?" Chloe asked.
"No. Henwy pushed me." Charlotte said. "He said I was stupid."
"You're not stupid, baby." Chloe said. "You know, I couldn't call mommy but I will as soon as I can okay?"
Charlotte nodded and the nurse took the ice from her head and Chloe saw it was quite swollen, but Charlotte looked upbeat and happy as ever.
"Does your head hurt?" Chloe asked.
"A little." Charlotte said and then smiled. "Ms. Ellie, this is my mamma! And this is my sister!"
Charlotte pointed Chloe's belly and smiled proudly.
"Oh! That's nice! Congratulations." The nurse offered Chloe a smile.
"Thanks. And thanks for taking care of my daughter." Chloe said.
"It's been a pleasure. She's really sweet." The nurse said.
Dr. Olivia came back into the room with an envelope.
"The results are here." She said and put them on the light. "Well, there's no damage to her brain. Or her spine because she can walk."
"You can still move your legs, right sweetie?" Chloe asked.
Charlotte lied on her back and kicked her little feet in the air.
"Look, mamma!" She said.
Chloe smiled.
"She might feel a little pain or dizziness for the next few days and that eye might still be swollen until tonight but other than that, she's fine." Dr. Olivia said with a smile.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" Chloe said to the doctor.
"You're welcome." Dr. Olivia said.
"Thank you!" Charlotte said, playing with her feet. "It's my birthday tomorrow!"
"Oh really?" Dr. Olivia asked, getting a nod from the little brunette. "How old are you turning?"
Charlotte raised her hand and slowly raised four fingers and smiled proudly.
"Oh! That many? Boy, you're a big girl!" Dr. Olivia said.
Charlotte smiled proudly.
"Come on, little monkey, let's go home." Chloe said.
Charlotte sat up straight and her mother helped her get off the bed. Chloe picked her up and carried her on her hip out of the hospital and to her car. Charlotte wouldn't stop telling her stories and singing and doing that all at the same time.
Chloe buckled Charlotte in and got in her car. When she turned the engine on, her phone started ringing, so she answered via Bluetooth.
"Hey babe." She said, giggling. It was ironic that Beca would call when things were okay.
"Hey Chlo, you called me?" Beca asked.
"Well, I called you, the preschool called you. There was an accident with Charlotte, Henry pushed her off the slide and she fell on her head." Chloe said.
"Oh my fucking God! Is she okay?! I'm coming there!" Beca said.
"Bad word!" Charlotte said with a frown and Chloe smiled back at her.
"Did you hear that? We're in the car coming home." Chloe said. "The doctor ran an MRI and Charlotte's fine. Her eye is a little swollen though."
"Oh my God.. Oh my God, you scared me. Thank God she's okay." Beca said.
"Hi mommy!" Charlotte said, waving with a big smile. "We're coming home!"
"Oh honey, I'm so glad you're okay! I'll see you both home okay? Drive safe, babe." Beca said.
"Okay. We'll be home in like ten minutes." Chloe said. "I love you."
"I love you too." Beca said.
"I love you, mommy!" Charlotte said.
"I love you so much, Char!" Beca said. "Bye guys!"
"Bye mommy!" Charlotte said, waving again.
Beca hung up and Chloe chuckled with a shake of her head and noticed through the rear view mirror that Charlotte was doing the same, though she was shaking her head and making a noise and she kept repeating the action.
Chloe giggled and smiled. She quickly got home and parked the car. She then unbuckled Charlotte and picked her up, taking her inside. She knew Beca was already home, her car was in the driveway.
She opened the door and soon was met with a hurricane that was Beca when she ran to hug her. She hugged and kissed Chloe before she picked Charlotte up and kissed her and hugged her tight.
"Oh my baby girl, I'm so glad you're okay!" She said. "Mommy was worried sick!"
"Don't be sick, mommy. I'm good!" Charlotte said with a smile.
"And I'm so glad you are, baby." Beca said. "Mommy bought some ice cream, we can eat that after dinner."
"Yay!" Charlotte said.
"Now let's go have a nice bath before dinner." Chloe said.
"Okay." Charlotte said.
Beca smiled as she watched the two go upstairs. She finished dinner and the two came down. Charlotte climbed on the chair and knelt on it.
The three were eating ice cream after dinner, Charlotte had her little face covered in pink and brown.
"I wanna know who turns 4 tomorrow." Beca said with eyebrows raised.
"Me, mommy! It's me! Me!" Charlotte said, raising her ice cream covered hand.
"Oh it's you?" Beca asked, feigning surprised.
"Yes, it's me!" Charlotte said. "I'm turning 4!"
"That's right, you are!" Beca said. "And are you having a birthday party?"
"Yes, mommy, you planned!" Charlotte said with a dramatic roll of her eyes, which made both Beca and Chloe laugh.
Beca smiled.
"I did and it's gonna be wonderful." Beca said. "Hey Char did you ever think that this is your last birthday without a sister?"
"Yay!" Charlotte smiled and put her bowl down so she could clap her hands.
Chloe and Beca chuckled.
"Mamma, I want my sister to be big so she can get out of you." Charlotte pouted.
"It's still gonna be a while, sweetie." Chloe said.
"Awww!" Charlotte pouted again.
Chloe offered her a smile.
"But you help us picking a name for her." Chloe said.
"Yay! Names!" Charlotte clapped.
"You think you can help us?" Beca asked.
"I can." Charlotte said.
"Of course you can, 'cause you're gonna be four now." Chloe said.
Charlotte grinned proudly.
"I shouldn't have given you a bath before dinner." Chloe said as she watched Charlotte's hands and face covered in ice cream.
"So! Tomorrow morning I have to go to the store to buy some food, drinks and maybe new shoes for someone." Beca said and wiggled her eyebrows.
Charlotte smiled and sat up straighter.
"Can I go too?" She asked.
"You can and you will." Beca said and winked at her.
Charlotte clapped her hands excitedly.
"Alright little big girl, time to go to bed." Chloe said. "And wash your face."
Charlotte put her bowl down and followed her mother upstairs to her room.
Beca smiled as she washed the dishes and went to her own room to take a shower.
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Beca was pushing a cart with Charlotte in it, looking through the snacks and drinks.
"Mommy, cereal!" Charlotte said.
Beca thought about it and decided to take it. She and Chloe loved cereal in the morning and they haven't had that in a long time.
"Now it's time for the drinks and then we're gonna get a new pair of shoes to go with your beautiful new dress." Beca said.
Charlotte threw her hands up and squealed. Damn, that child was cute!
It was incredible how much she looked like Beca. They had asked someone who worked with age progression to see what Charlotte would look like when she was Beca's age because both Beca and Chloe wanted to know if she was gonna look like Beca and two, they thought it'd be cool to see if it was accurate. They planned to do that with their other baby.
Charlotte was telling a story using wild hands and arms gestures, giggles, sometimes loud voices and giggles. She got the attention from pretty much the entire store. She used to wave back at people who waved at her with a smile.
"Mommy, do you like handsome guys?" Charlotte asked.
"No, I like gorgeous mamma." Beca said without looking up from the sodas she was getting.
"I like handsome guys." Charlotte said with a giggle.
"That's great, sweetie." Beca said.
Charlotte grinned.
"I like gorgeous mamma too." Charlotte said.
Beca smiled at her. Charlotte always had a lot to say.
When they went to get new shoes, Beca just wanted simple white shoes, Beca stopped by to get some underwear for Chloe, she remembered the ginger asked for a size bigger.
Charlotte looked up and saw a variety of bras and reached out both hands to grab one.
"When I get older, I wanna wear bras." She said.
Beca looked up and almost burst out laughing at the way her daughter was holding the bra. She had both hands open, almost cupping the bra.
"Yeah?" Beca asked.
"Yeah." Charlotte nodded. "What are these?"
Charlotte pointed Beca's breasts, making the bigger brunette raise both eyebrows at her daughter.
"Breasts. Or boobs." Beca said.
"I wanna have them." Charlotte said. "Do they do something special?"
Beca chuckled.
"They feed babies." Beca said. "Mommies' milk comes from here, you'll see when mamma is feeding your sister."
"Okay." Charlotte said. "Why are they soft?"
Without a warning, Charlotte reached forward and not only grabbed but squeezed Beca's right boob with her left hand. Or what she could grab and squeeze with her tiny hand.
"Honey, you're not supposed to do that, okay?" Beca said, blushing deeply. "You're not supposed to go grabbing other women's boobs."
"But why do you grab mamma's boobs?" Charlotte asked, intrigued.
Beca blushed a deep shade of red at the question, especially since some people heard Charlotte.
"That's different, honey, mamma and I are adults." Beca said. "And we're a couple."
"Oh." Charlotte said as if it was clear.
Beca picked her up and put her down.
Charlotte looked down at her flat chest and sighed.
"When can I get boobs?" Charlotte asked while Beca grabbed a pair of shoes in two different sizes.
"When you're older. If you're anything like me, it's gonna take some time." Beca said. "When you're big."
"But mommy you're small!" Charlotte said.
Beca looked at her with a look that made Charlotte cover her mouth to contain her giggles.
"I can't believe my daughter called me small." Beca said to herself. "Come on, little monkey, sit down so we can try these on."
Charlotte did what Beca asked and she tried both sizes, opting to go with the bigger one.
"Alright, I think we're set." Beca said, putting Charlotte back on the cart seat.
Beca was driving home, humming softly along with Charlotte with the child stopped humming to ask her more questions.
"Mamma, why do you and mommy have hair on your special parts?" She asked.
Beca hit the breaks on the red light and almost hit her forehead on the wheel.
"What?" She asked.
"I don't have hair on my special parts." Charlotte said.
"Again, mamma and I are adults." Beca said.
"So I will get hair down there too?" Charlotte asked. Beca nodded and looked at her through the rear view mirror. "Ew!"
Beca chuckled and hit the gas pedal again.
"It's part of the package. Boobs and hair. But you'll get there when you get much older."
"Why are mamma's hair red?" Charlotte asked.
"She's a redhead." Beca said, still blushing. She knew Charlotte had come to the phase of 'why, why, why' she just didn't expect to cover this until she was about 11.
"I want boobs." Charlotte repeated, looking out the windows. "Like your boobs, your boobs are nice."
Beca almost choked on her own saliva.
"Thanks, honey." Beca said. "When you get older, you'll get boobs."
Charlotte seemed satisfied with her answer and she continued staring out the window.
The two got home and Chloe had already baked a cake and made three batches of cookies.
"Hey!" She said.
"Hey." Beca gave her a kiss while getting the groceries while Charlotte carried one bag, proud to be helping.
"Hey Char, how was shopping with mamma?" Chloe asked with a big smile.
"Good!" Charlotte said. "I got shoes!"
"I bet they're beautiful. I can't wait to see you wearing them." Chloe said.
Charlotte smiled proudly. She gave the bag she was carrying to Chloe and went upstairs to her room.
Beca turned to Chloe, her cheeks still very red.
"You won't believe what she did." Beca said.
"What?" Chloe asked as Beca put the stuff away.
"First, she said she wanted to wear bras when she got older. Then she asked me about boobs." Beca said. "And then she grabbed my boob and asked why are they soft."
Chloe covered her mouth to try to contain her laughter.
"Oh my God!" She said, laughing.
"That's not all, I explained to her she wasn't supposed to grab other women's boobs and she asked why I grabbed yours." Beca said. "And we were in public."
Chloe burst out laughing.
"Oh you're laughing? Next time you answer the embarrassing questions." Beca crossed her arms. "That didn't stop there."
Chloe sobered up and looked at her wife.
"What else did she ask?" Chloe asked.
"She asked me why she didn't have hair on her special parts." Beca said. More laughter. "And she asked why your hair was red."
Chloe suddenly stopped laughing and blushed a little bit.
"Not so funny now huh?" Beca asked.
Chloe giggled and kissed Beca's cheek.
"She's just curious." Chloe said.
"She also says she wants boobs. Like mine, because my boobs are nice. Her words." Beca said.
"Oh she said that?" Chloe asked.
"She did." Beca said with a chuckle.
Charlotte walked into the kitchen skipping.
"Mommy, I want to get dressed for my party." She said.
"So Char, mommy tells me you want boobs when you get older." Chloe said crossing her arms.
"What are you doing?" Beca whispered to her wife, which was ignored.
"Yes! I do!" Charlotte said. "Like mommy's boobs, mommy's boobs are pretty!"
Beca slapped her forehead in embarrassment while Chloe giggled but then pouted.
"But what about mine?" She asked.
"Your boobs are pretty too, mamma, but mommy's boobs are bigger." Charlotte explained.
Beca looked triumphantly at Chloe. When she had Charlotte her boobs grew and didn't go back.
"Well you know that boobs grow when you get pregnant." Chloe said.
"Then I want to be pregnant so I can have big boobs!" Charlotte said smiley.
Chloe and Beca slapped their foreheads.
"Now look what you did!" Beca said jokingly. "Our 4-year-old daughter wants to get pregnant!"
Chloe realized she probably shouldn't have said anything because Charlotte was gonna be repeating that for months.
"Okay, maybe that wasn't my best idea." Chloe said.
"Nope. Now you go give her a bath and get her dressed, I'm gonna finish the kitchen." Beca said.
"Okay." Chloe said and kissed Beca's cheek. "You look cute when you're embarrassed."
"Go!" Beca said and Chloe left laughing.
Beca giggled and shook her head. She really loved those two.