Bechloe Oneshots

12. No

"No!" Baby Mitchell-Beale squealed, testing out her new favourite word. Beca smiled at her kid, having just came home from work. Chloe Mitchell-Beale bounced baby Brie on her hip, dancing around their living room. "No!" Brie giggled, twirling around the room.

"Hey babe," Chloe came to a stop in front of her wife.

"Momma!" Brie reached out, grasping at the edges of Beca's leather jacket.

"Hey baby," Beca cooed, taking Brie from her wife. "Have you been a good girl for Mommy?" she asked, hugging her daughter tightly.

"No!" Brie scrunched her little nose playfully.

"Why not?" Beca carried her over to the sofa. "Your mommy is the best thing in the world."

Brie's mouth opened wide in surprise. "No!" she frowned. "Me!"

Beca grinned, plopping herself down into a seat, "You're the best? Hmmmm."

Her daughter made her "cute" face, proudly proclaiming, "Me!"

"I think I have to agree," Beca responded, turning on their TV. She settled down as the smell of freshly made popcorn wafted through the air. Chloe sat down a minute later with a large bowl of popcorn.

"How was work?" Chloe wondered as Jake and Amy hunted down a criminal.

"Not as good as being here with you," Beca smiled, watching her wife intently, taking in every detail. "I love you," she paused to look at their little angel, "and this little monster too."

"I love you too," Chloe said, stroking Beca's hair.

Beca leaned in for a kiss, and Chloe gladly reciprocated. "I love you so much," she said against her wife's lips.

"I love you even more," Chloe whispered.

"I love you the mo-"

"NO!"

Both women pulled apart in shock.

Brie was staring at them, hands on her hips. "No! My mommy!" she protested, holding onto Beca with her tiny hands. Beca leaned over her little body to plant a chaste kiss on Chloe's cheek. "No! Me!" Brie wiggled around, trying to get Beca's attention.

"Do you want a kiss too?" Beca asked, smiling at her daughter.

"No," Brie whispered, leaning her forehead forward for a kiss.

Beca kissed her forehead, before turning her back to the television.

Chloe smiled softly at her wife and daughter. "She looks for you when you're working," she whispered to Beca. "But I miss you more," she winked, leaning back over for a kiss. Before she could kiss her, Beca pulled away.

"Do you want a kiss?" she asked playfully.

"Yes," Chloe whispered, capturing Beca's lips with hers. "Yes."