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OTP Drabble Challenge - 47 (Bechloe)

“Baby, I’m scared.” - “You don’t have to be; not as long as I’m here.”

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“Okay, you’re seven centimeters dilated,” said the midwife. “Not much longer now.”

Chloe gripped Beca’s hand. 

“You’re doing great,” said Beca. “That’s one less!”

Chloe lay back and sighed. Fifteen minutes later, the midwife checked her again.  “You’re at ten centimeters.  Time to push!”

“Baby, I’m scared,” said Chloe.

“You don’t have to be; not as long as I’m here,” said Beca.

“There’s the head,” said the midwife.

“Keep going. I’m so proud of you,” said Beca.

Chloe took a deep breath and gave another push.

“One more should do it!”

“It’s a boy!” said Beca.

“Let’s call him Connor.”

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I managed exactly 100 words again!

Lol, 23 please xD

You didn’t specify a pairing, so you’re getting Bechloe. :P

23. “Babe, I’m sorry.” - “Suck my ass.”

“Just say it with me.” Beca sits with her legs crossed opposite Chloe on their bed. 

“Okay,” Chloe sounds uncertain, her posture mimicking Beca’s but her brow deeply creased. 

“You’re an asshole,” Beca says, annunciating the words as though she’s afraid Chloe won’t understand them otherwise. Chloe rolls her eyes and murmurs something about this one being easy before she parrots the words back to Beca, who smiles ruefully. “See, wasn’t so hard, right?” 

“Well, it’s easy when you’re being such…” Chloe starts strong but trails off, shrinking a little under Beca’s raised eyebrows, “an asshole.” She deflates fully then and Beca lets out a laugh, prompting Chloe to scowl at her. “You’re supposed to be helping me.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Beca wipes the smile off her face and schools her expression. “Okay, let’s try… eat shit and die.”

“Beca!”

“What? I’ve literally had to use this one more times than I can count, so you never know when it’ll come in handy.” Pressing her hands into the mattress behind her, Beca leans back on them and watches Chloe with no small sense of anticipation. 

“I don’t want to.” Chloe juts her lower lip forward into a pout.

“See, this is why we’re doing this.” Beca leans forward and takes Chloe’s hands in hers, running her thumbs overtop of the redhead’s knuckles. “Your insult game sucks, dude.” 

“It’s not my fault I’m a nice person who’s never had to be mean to anyone.” 

Smiling fondly, Beca brings her hands to Chloe’s cheeks and presses a quick kiss to her lips. 

“Come on, just say it once. For me.” 

She hears Chloe sigh and then, “Eat shit and die.” It’s so lackluster, so unenthusiastic, that Beca releases a full belly laugh that makes her eyes water. “Don’t laugh at me!” Chloe’s pouting again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Beca manages between fits. “That was good, that was really good.” Regaining her composure, Beca gives Chloe’s hands a squeeze. “Let’s just try a few more.”

By a few, Beca means about ten, and by the time they reach what Chloe decides will be the last one, Chloe has become increasingly more annoyed. And so when Beca looks at her and tells her that she’s, “still too sweet for this,” Chloe glowers at her. 

And Beca laughs again, reaching for her with an unconvincing, “Babe, I’m sorry.”

But Chloe angrily slaps Beca’s hand away and spits out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Suck my ass, Beca!”

Beca freezes.

Beca blinks. 

Chloe’s cheeks immediately feel like they’re on fire and Beca’s mouth curves into a smile that is equal parts proud and amused.

“That’s…” Beca trails off, swiping her tongue across her teeth as she tries not to laugh again. “That’s a start.”

79 + bechloe. pls?

79. “Are you high?” - “I’m just so fucking tired.”

It’s four thirty-six in the morning and the sky is still black as night outside when Beca crawls gracelessly back into bed. Chloe, not fully asleep, stirs beside her and rolls over to find Beca lying with her face planted right in the middle of her pillow.

“You’ll suffocate if you stay like that,” Chloe warns her, voice raspy. She sees Beca’s chest expand with a deep breath and then watches as her wife turns her head towards her.

“At least then I’ll be unconscious.” Her response is dry and droll, and she can barely keep her eyes open. Feeling sympathy swell inside her, Chloe reaches out with one hand and cups the side of Beca’s face, brushing her thumb back and forth across her cheekbone. Beca’s eyes flutter closed.

“She go down okay?” Chloe’s fingers slip into Beca’s messy hair, combing it back and then simply stroking. Beca hums, content.

“Yeah. Changed her. Gave her a bottle.” Beca manages to wriggle under the covers and scoots closer to Chloe, who wraps Beca up in her arms and holds her tight. "You think we'll ever sleep again?" She rests her head on Chloe's chest and listens to the rumble of her low laughter.

"Maybe once she's eighteen." Chloe kisses the top of Beca's head when she groans. "Regrets?"

"None," Beca replies without missing a beat and she drapes her arm across Chloe's middle, slipping her hand beneath the material of her sleep shirt to rest it against warm skin.

There's silence then, lasting long enough for Chloe to almost drift off back to sleep. Comfortable and warm under Beca's weight.

"I think I put her diaper on backwards," Beca says, voice breaking the quiet.

Chloe's eyes pop open.

"Are you high?"

"No," Beca groans, shifting until she can bury her face remorsefully in Chloe's neck. "I'm just so fucking tired." Chloe chuckles, turns her head to kiss Beca's cheek.

"I'll go this time." She slides out from under Beca and pads towards their bedroom door, glancing back to find Beca unmoving and already asleep. And Chloe smiles, heart full, before slipping out into the hallway and heading for their daughter's room.