Ahoy-hoy! So, this little piece could go one of several ways. It could very well turn into a multi-chapter fic (which could take some time to get off the ground, because it's been a while since I've committed to more than standalone one-shots), but I would also happily leave this as-is. So let's see how this bad boy goes, shall we?

Cheers!

~Danika

It was an unusually rainy Sunday afternoon in August at the Mitchell household. The humidity had been thick in the air for days and the downpour had come as a welcome relief to the agonizing heat for the two women who resided there. Beca, currently tinkering away in the home studio at her latest project, was almost ready to battle a particularly stubborn section of the bridge when she hears her wife's voice pierce through the baseline.

"Beca! Baby!" Chloe shouts from the bathroom.

"Yeah, what?" Beca yells in return, barely tearing her eyes away from her computer screen.

"Baby!" Chloe shrieks again.

"Yeh, I heard you Chlo, what's up!"

"Baby!" Chloe repeats with force, now bouncing excitedly in the doorway.

"Oh my god, Chloe. What?" Beca huffs, finally pausing the track.

"No, Beca look."In her hands Chloe shakily holds up a thin, purple stick. A thin, purple stick with an obnoxious pink plus sign gracing its centre.

Realization swiftly catches up with Beca. All of a sudden, forming words is not a skill she's capable of executing.

"Is… is that what I think it is?" Beca cautions, finding her voice.

"Baby, Beca. It worked! We're-going-to-have-a-baby!" Chloe squeals, unable to suppress the excited tears leaking their trail down her cheek.

Springing up from her seat, Beca launches over to her wife, sweeping her excitedly into her arms.

"Like actually? Like really, truly, actually?"

Chloe's mouth seeks out Beca's in a searing kiss, murmuring an affirmative "Mmhhhmm" against her wife's lips.

"We're going to be moms!" Chloe can feel Beca smirk into her lips as she kisses her again.

xxx

6 months ago

"Come on superstar, I want the kids to meet you." Chloe mumbles in between brushing her teeth, clad only in her underwear.

Beca had been promising for weeks that she would visit Chloe's class of first graders to give them some music "inspiration." Being a successful producer and collaborator for the better part of three years meant that the brunette was definitely someone of influence and esteem within the Music Industry. Unfortunately for her wife, it also meant that her time was often consumed by a vigorous schedule of recordings, meetings, schmoozing, not to mention Beca's bi-monthly DJ gigs at the prestigious Quattro Club in the city.

"Well, I have to meet up with a client today babe, I told you that."

"And I told you that you can come after. We usually have Art and Music Time after lunch anyway."

"Art and Music Time? You're bringing me in for 'Art and Music Time'? That's so adorable."

"It's educational, thank you very much… Hmmm but speaking of adorable." Chloe returns from the bathroom, wrapping her arms around Beca's neck.

"I resent that. I am not adorable."

"You are to me." Chloe pulls Beca in by her collar for what was intended to be a short peck. Beca deepens the kiss, letting her fingers fly across the bare skin of Chloe's waist.

"Mmm, minty." Beca says licking her lips.

"I have to get ready for work, you animal."

"I'm no animal. I just can't resist a pretty girl flouncing around my bedroom in lace."

"Is that what you tell all your mistresses?"

"Of course." The comment earns her a slap on the arm. "Alas, I pine for no one but you, my love. Now go put some clothes on, you tease."

"You love it when I tease." Chloe whispers seductively into Beca's ear to prove her point, earning an involuntary shudder from the smaller woman.

"I do." Beca's eyes immediately grow darker at the sight of Chloe's eyes locking in on her mouth.

Chloe kisses Beca forcefully, sliding her hand down her wife's front to viciously grope the brunette's breast through her shirt and bra. The hastiness of their encounter has Beca clawing at the flesh of Chloe's bare hips, a moan rising up from her throat.

"Can we be quick?" Chloe growls.

"I can if you can."

Needing no further prompting, Chloe pops the button of Beca's jeans open and quickly works her fingers into the other woman's underwear. The moment Beca's eyes flicker shut, she immediately feels a loss of contact as the figure in front of her disappears with a giggle. Beca's eyes shoot open just in time to see Chloe scamper away into the walk-in closet to get dressed. Her jaw goes slack in shock, her building desire now bubbling to the surface with nowhere to go.

"Tease!"

"You're going to be late!"

"You're going to be late." Beca repeats as she stalks into the closet to finish what had been started.

xxx

Pulling up to the school Beca tries to compose herself. The beauty of being a mixer and producer meant that she was usually the one doing the work behind the scenes. It was a lot of one-to-one interaction. The most people she'd have to speak to en mass would be a room of brand executives every once in a while and that was the brut of it. All in all, Beca was not a fan of public speaking. Having to face that fact to come and speak openly to a room of 7 year olds was definitely not on Beca's list of leisure activities.

It was weird, and honestly something Beca had done her best to shy away from for the longest of times. Beca was the type of female who swore up and down she would never be one to raise children. It was just never a notch she was going to punch into her life-goal belt. Her life-goal belt of sorts, was going quite well so far; but every once in a while, Chloe Beale (now Mitchell) was yet again responsible for her change of heart. As corny as it sounds, it would also seem that Chloe Beale (now Mitchell) was one of the reasons that Beca even had a heart to change.

Walking to Chloe's classroom with her visitor's badge pinned lazily to the beltloop of her jeans, Beca rubs her sweaty palms together. She poises her hand and knocks curtly on the door as she watches Chloe through the window. The redhead smiles and comes over to greet the DJ at the door.

"Hey you, you made it."

"Sure." Beca replies unsteadily as she releases a shaky breath.

"Relax Bec, they don't bite. Well Andrew does, but he only bites other kids. We're working on him."

"Wow, that's totally reassuring."

"Deep breath." She whispers before turning back to the room, addressing the class. "Okay everyone, I would like you all to meet Beca. Beca is a Music Producer and a DJ." Some of the children begin to chatter excitedly, "She's here to talk to us today about her music and what it means to her. Can we all say a Good Afternoon to Beca please?"

"Good afternoon, Beca" the class chimes in a messy harmony.

Chloe's goes on to give the class a glowing portrayal of Beca and her achievements, bringing a bashful smirk to the other woman's lips. Hearing her wife's words of praise and adoration brings a calm and warmth to the brunette. The sense of composure is thrown slightly when she realizes she has to now actively participate.

"Okay, now who has a question for Beca?"

A room of hands shoot into the air, some waving excitedly, others clicking their fingers in order to be chosen. Chloe points to each student one at a time, reciting the name of the hand's owner to allow their questions to be voiced.

"How long have you liked music?" a fair skinned, blonde girl asks.

"Well, um. I guess always? I can't really remember a time where music wasn't a huge part of my life. My grandma always sang to me when I was little and I started out with lessons pretty young. Then when I got a little older, I explored some different instruments, and styles and also looked at computer programs and stuff to make it all a little bit cooler!"

"What instruments do you play?"

"Well, I can play piano, and guitar. And in high school, I played bass guitar in a band."

"Can you sing?"

"I have been known to sing… yes."

"Did you know that Beca was in a choir in college?" Chloe interjects. Beca shoots a pointed glare to the redhead who smirks before continuing. "We were actually in the choir together. That's how we met."

"Are you best friends?"

The two women share a knowing smile before Beca fields the question. "We are. Chl- I mean Mrs Mitchell has been my best friend for nearly 8 years now. And she'll always be my best friend." The two women share a fleeting moment before a shrill voice breaks the atmosphere.

"Do you know Taylor Swift?"

"Amanda, what have we said about waiting with our hand up?" Amanda rolls her eyes and sticks her hand back in the air. "Much better, now would you like to ask Beca your question again please?" The girl repeats her question equally as shrill as the first time.

"Not yet. I'm meeting Taylor next week, though. But shh." Beca brings her finger to her lips "It's a secret." She stage whispers.

When question time was drawing to its natural conclusion, Chloe instructs the class to work on their art and crafts projects. A small dark haired girl sitting by herself at a table toward the back of the classroom draws Beca's attention.

"Can I go talk to her? Is she a biter?" Beca asks Chloe, motioning to the girl up the back of the room.

"You're safe. You'll be lucky to get much out her at all though. She's very sweet, but incredibly shy."

Beca meanders over to the far table. "What's your name sweetheart?" Beca says as she awkwardly sits at the small desk. The girl looks at Beca curiously. "My name is Beca." she says to ease the silence.

"I know. Jemma. My name is Jemma" The child answers softly.

"That's a lovely name. What are you drawing, Jemma? Can I see?"

The little girl tentatively reveals her sheet of paper and exposes array of shapes and color. The younger girl continues working on her drawing.

"You know, I saw you before. Did you have a question for question time?"

She nods.

"Did you want to ask me now instead of in front of everyone else?"

She nods again.

"Fire away." Beca prompts. There is a brief pause before the shy girl speaks again.

"What makes you happiest?"

Beca's eyes cross the noisy room to linger on Chloe for the briefest of moments, an unintentional smile playing at her lips. "Family." Beca whispers. "Your teacher makes me really happy. She's my family."

"Like your sister?"

"Mmmmno. Not like my sister. Like…" Beca thinks of how to explain this to the small girl. "The most amazing best friend that you could have."

"That sounds really nice. She makes me happy too."

"Did you want me to tell her that?" Beca asks softly.

"No thank you."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Can you maybe give her this for me though? Please?" Jemma hands the picture over to Beca.

"Sure, kiddo." The image is of two stick figures, one as a girl, who Beca only assumes is Jemma, in a pink dress and black hair, smiling while holding hands with a taller stick figure in a green dress with orange hair, who of course would unmistakably be Chloe. It was one of the sweetest things Beca had seen all afternoon.

The bell sounds through the space and in a flurry of excited squeals and shoes slapping against the floor, the children begin to filter out of the classroom for the day.

"I hope you keep making each other happy." Jemma whispers into Beca's ear before she heads out the door with her backpack.

Having that one little girl make such an impact on her day had really opened Beca's eyes. Seeing Chloe with the kids she raved about so often literally took Beca's breath away. Chloe was in her element. Smile wide, surrounded by children like some sort of beacon to all under five feet tall. It was in that moment that a thought ascended in Beca's head. That this is a kind of life she could see herself having. Was this thought actually permeating through Beca's mind? Sparking through lobes and cortexes to actually be a cognitive thing? The scariest part of it all was that Beca didn't mind. Not even at all.

"I'm so glad you finally came in to do this. The kids loved you." Chloe beams as she wanders around the now-empty room putting chairs and markers in their rightful places.

"I'm totally just a gateway celebrity. I should bring in Beyoncé next time. You'd have a riot on your hands."

"I think these kids might be a bit young for Beyoncé, babe."

"Seriously? When did we become the old ladies?"

"Don't worry, we can be those cool old ladies on the porch rocking out to our Spice Girls and Beyoncé."

"Um no thanks, I'll turn off my hearing aid for the Spice Girls thank you very much."

"Suit yourself, spoil sport."

"Hey um, can we talk?" Beca mutters, suddenly becoming increasingly nervous.

"Everything okay?" She replies.

"Yeah. Sure. Everything's fine. Great."

"Are you sure? You look a bit… pale. Well, paler than normal." Chloe makes her way over to the shorter woman, placing the back of her hand to her forehead "Are you feeling alright?"

Beca takes a deep breath, finding her wife's hands to link clumsily into her own. "Look. I just want to say- and please don't make a huge thing out of this- but I know we've talked about it before, but it's never really been something I've been able to really commit an answer to. But I can see why you love this- why you love them so much.

Chloe you are so brilliant with these kids and it makes me feel all gross and gooey inside watching you with them. You just have so much love and light in you that I would honestly feel like the meanest wife on the planet if I just kept that all for myself and deprived you of something you've been talking about wanting since I first met you. I honestly think you would make a fantastic mom, and I think I'm maybe getting to the point where I can get over myself and whatever crazy fears I have in this head of mine and actually let myself want that too. With you. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't think I'm so opposed to having children, as long as it's something that I get to do with you. Chloe, I want to have babies with you."

Chloe's hand covered her mouth in an attempt to stop the excitement pouring right out of it.

"I think I'm going to cry!"

"I think you are too!" Beca grins.

Chloe wraps her arms tightly around Beca's neck, drawing her in closely as she leaks tears onto the woman's shoulder.

"So we're going to do this? We're really going to do this?"

"Only if it's still what you want."

"Of course it is you idiot! Oh my god!"

"What?"

"We're going to have a baby!"