Hi guise! Quick oneshot for yall before I continue Happier. I wanna make it up to u guise for all the angst the im putting you thru, and I want you to know that I am going to finish that story. College is just really kicking my ass right now. But for the mean time, this is from a prompt from a Guest here. It's not actually like the first one but I wanna share it with you guise.

This is another pregnant!Chloe oneshot that nobody needs. It's in my Come Back Home universe. All the oneshots in this series is going to be on that universe. So take the time to read it if you can, if u want to u knoww. If not, then thats cool too, you wont be missing anything if u read this series without reading it. But it is highly recommended, by me, bcos im the writer.

Anyway, without further ado.

PS: I do not proofread any of my work. And PP is still isnt mine.

Inspired by one of my favorite Brulian moments in oth.

xCBx

Beca Mitchell is someone who loves her sleep. She's not entirely a sleep person, though as some may label themselves, and she envies other people who have the capability to sleep wherever they want, however they want and whenever they want. She envies people who can sleep five straight hours in an airplane and people who can sleep instantly a few minutes after they've turned the light off.

Chloe Beale is one of those people. Beca wonders how the redhead can sleep during the ten-minute drive from Titanium Records to their house. She wonders how Chloe can sleep, and even dream during flights from LA to New York without being self-conscious about how she looks with her mouth slightly hanging open like that, and in a very uncomfortable position that's probably going to make her neck sore. Beca thinks this one of the perks that comes with being an actress. She thinks her wife is a sleep person mandatorily because she had to sneak in naps in between takes, or else she will be (what Beca likes to call) Zombie Chloe.

She likes this aspect about their relationship.

She likes it when she would stare at the redhead hours before sleep would take over her. She likes it when Chloe would cuddle her seconds after they've taken their seats in airplanes, and loves the way that their bodies fit each other perfectly. She loves the peaceful look that Chloe has on her face while she sleeps and even has a compilation album of her sleeping in almost every room of their house (like that's not creepy at all). She also likes it that Chloe is a morning person and wakes up at the softest of sounds even though she sleeps all the time.

And so Beca is not a sleep person like her wife. No argument about that.

But when she has her sleep though, she really REALLY must have it, and Chloe knows this too, that's why the redhead knows better not to disturb her during the precious moments that she's actually sleeping because the redhead knows what was coming for her. Chloe knows. Knew.

And most days is not today.

The redhead knows what cards she has and how to play it against her sleeping wife. And right now, Chloe has the best card that she will ever get to have. The pregnant card.

"Bec…"

Beca awoke to the sound of Chloe calling her name and lightly shaking her. "Beca…" She calls again.

The brunette popped open one eye, groaning. "Beca." The redhead called again, much louder this time.

"Hmm…what?" Beca stretched.

Still half asleep, the brunette turned around and buried her face into her wife's neck and tried to mumble something that does not sound too annoyed.

"I need you."

Ah yes, this was one of the few changes that happened during new episodes of pregnant Chloe. It happened late in her first trimester. Beca found herself getting jumped at the minute she stepped foot in their newly renovated mansion. And she wonders how someone could have that much sex and still have the energy to wake up in the so early in the fucking morning like this.

She remembers very briefly how yesterday, they were just cuddled up in the couch watching television and then suddenly Chloe was shoving her down by the shoulders after a commercial of the Vaseline moisturizer.

Beca started placing lazy kisses on the redhead's neck, and she was totally conflicted right now. It's a war between sex with Chloe and her precious, precious sleep. She knows that if she decides to get up now, she won't be sleeping for another three hours. And she loves her sleep, almost as much as she loves Chloe. Like Chloe, her sleep is hard to find and she considers herself very lucky to have gotten one.

"Rebeca!"

Okay that was probably the sign that she was waiting for to decide. She detached herself from her wife's neck, rubbed her face with two hands, and then sighed before opening her eyes. She moved on top of Chloe and couldn't help the smile tugging at the corner of her lips when she saw her wife pouting. This trick works on her every damn time. "Okay baby, I'm awake."

The brunette chuckled glancing over the alarm clock sitting on their nightstand. 5:13am. God, she still has 3 more hours to sleep, but okay not anymore. "What's up? You need anything?"

"You weren't getting up I needed to show you something." Chloe whined, crease at her forehead still evident.

"I'm awake now. Show me." She said rubbing her eyes, attempting for the second time to remove all the sleep that she has on her body.

The redhead stood up excitedly and beamed at her sleepy wife. This reminds Beca of Christmas morning because that is exactly how Chloe looks right now, like a child waiting to open her presents. Beca chuckled.

Chloe quickly walked to the mirror that stood at the opposite side of the room and lifted her shirt, then placed cupped her lower abdomen, her facial expressions showed nothing but pride and joy as she did so. And at first Beca was confused…is still confused. What the hell is this?

She blinked twice, careful that something stupid might come out of her mouth again, like it did three days ago when she joked that the redhead has become clingier than usual and that it is Actually, really fucking suffocating, Chlo. And unpregnant Chloe would just shrug this off and hug her tighter, used to the brunette's cold-hearted, 'tough-front' comments, but pregnant Chloe though. Pregnant Chloe cried for almost an hour and Beca actually had to hold her for another, feeling the need to make it up to her hormonal pregnant wife.

"Baby, I'm showing." She said softly.

Beca stared at her wife directly, contemplating her words. She could believe she woke her up for this. She knew how proud the redhead is that she is actually becoming a 'real woman'. Beca believes that is complete nonsense since she is considered a real woman even without a tiny human growing in her belly, and they have had that conversation before but she also knew how bad they both wanted this. Despite their soaring careers, they actually wanted this. Beca still couldn't believe that she is the one who propositioned Chloe into actually having kids, but hey, she really really did want this. She wanted Chloe to be a mother, a mother to her child, specifically, that they would raise together. There is something so real there that Beca couldn't explain.

And so after a few trips to the doctor, three months after and here they are, expecting Baby Mitchell # 1.

But as much as she loves to see Chloe so thrilled and excited about being a mother, she is also super fucking tired and she believes that after the night that she had with her insatiable wife, she deserves at least three more hours in bed.

"You're…" She swallowed.

The redhead cocked an eyebrow at her, waiting for the next few words to come out of her wife's mouth.

"…as skinny as ever."

Chloe's jaw dropped, surprised of her wife's comment despite all the hope and pride that she has on her face. "What?!"

"Baby, I need three more hours for my brain to function well, okay?" Beca defended, tugging the sheets over to her head and turning away from her wife.

"You don't see it?"

"Beca."

"Beca!"

"Rebeca Mitchell!"

"Chloe! Oh my God!" The brunette exclaimed, sitting up.

Chloe raised her eyebrows and cupped her belly once more and did a bouncy motion with it to emphasize, and Beca thinks this is the most brutal but also cutest way of blackmail. The brunette knows what her wife is doing but this time, she is not giving in.

Beca laughed, grabbing her clothes on the floor. She found her shirt first and then put on her shorts not even bothering to find her underwear. "Okay, maybe." She said once she's dressed. "But I've been conditioned over time to say you look skinny as ever and that's what I'm going with. I need coffee." Beca said, before disappearing and heading to the kitchen.

Chloe on the other hand, grabbed the nearest thing that she could hold, which is a pillow and threw it to the direction where the brunette had walked off. "Damn it, Beca! Tell me I'm fat!"

Beca can only smile at her wife's annoyingly cute gestures. She's in for a ride.

xCBx

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