New Year's Day.
"Beca." Chloe spoke softly as she perched herself on the edge of the bed next to her sleeping wife. Like most days, the redhead was already showered and dressed before her other half got up. "Babe, it's time to get up. Everyone else will be coming over soon." She gently shook her earning a groan from the brunette.
The couple were having some of the family round to spend the first day of the year together. Ella, Ross, the twins and James all stayed over the night before since they flew in from Atlanta early.
"Beca come on." The redhead sighed, rolling her wife over onto her back.
"Don't do that or I'll throw up on you." Beca whined, using her arm to shield her eyes from the light. The 25 year old had been drinking the night before - as you're entitled to on New Year's Eve - but maybe a little more than she intended to. Chloe on the other hand hasn't been drinking ever since they had been trying to get pregnant.
"You drank a whole bottle of Ross's home made wine to yourself, you were bouncing off the walls." The redhead laughed, pulling the duvet off of the groaning woman. "But a wine hangover isn't as bad as a vodka hangover so you'll survive, come on get up." Chloe took hold of Beca's hand and pulled her to sit up.
Beca frowned at her wife with narrow eyes. "Fuuuuck." She groaned, pressing her hand against her throbbing head. "I need to go make myself throw up or I'll feel shitty all day." The brunette said as she slowly rolled out of bed.
"Do you really have to?" Chloe cringed, watching Beca trudge to their en suite bathroom. "And can't you use another bathroom?" She added with a sigh.
Beca did this whenever she had a hangover that didn't already have her at the point of vomiting, claiming it made her feel better. Chloe always cringed at the thought and has no idea how the brunette can stick her fingers down her throat like that, it made her skin crawl.
After listening to her wife retching, as soon as she heard the toilet flush, Chloe called through. "You alright?"
"Yeah! I'm just heading in the shower." Beca replied.
"Right, I'll be downstairs." Chloe said before leaving the room, making her way downstairs, surprised to see everyone else except James awake. "Morning everyone." She greeted brightly, going behind the couch to lean over and kiss her daughter on the head.
"Morning." They replied, all of them spread out on Beca and Chloe's large leather corner couch.
"How's Beca?" Ross asked in amusement, turning his head to face his sister-in-law.
"A little rough. Where's James?" Chloe finally noticed the absence of her little brother.
"Still in his bed, where did you think?" Ella rolled her eyes.
"Of course he is." The redhead sighed. "Well he better get his sorry ass up soon, we're expecting company. I'm gonna make tea, anybody wanting anything?" She offered, stretching her arms as she straightened herself up.
"We just made coffee." Ella said, motioning to her and her husband's mugs.
"Boys?" The 30 year old glanced over at her teenage nephews who were busy laughing at something on their iPad.
"No thanks aunt Chloe." They both said in unison (which still freaked Chloe out) without lifting their heads.
"I'm coming to get some more juice anyway." Hailee said, following her mother into the kitchen. "I got my period this morning, mom." She mentioned as she hopped up onto the counter.
"Did you, sweetheart?" Chloe grabbed herself a mug out of the cupboard before walking up to her daughter, placing her hands at either side of her on the counter. The brunette nodded.
