Pitch Perfect One-Shots

Chapter CLIV - Bechloe: My Love For You

Idea by Ritchellwhatevs

"Chloeee!"

Chloe hears Beca's whine from the bedroom and rolls her eyes with a frustrated sigh. The redhead leaves her home office and enters the bedroom where her wife is sitting up in bed in her rockstar pyjamas like the child she is as she brandishes a cup to the older woman.

"I need more ice, please..." Beca begs.

"Beca, just because you have COVID, doesn't mean you can't get up and get your own ice and more so, just because I'm working from home, doesn't mean I'm your maid."

"But I'm still sick!"

"You have a very mild case of it, which means you can still get up and get your own damn ice. Speaking of getting up, you need to sit outside for a while."

"But I'm comfy here!"

Chloe rolls her eyes again. Beca is such a child and Chloe often wonders why she married such a woman but she looks back at the times Beca cared for her when she was sick and how supportive Beca has been over the years they've been together and she realises that Beca is still the love of her life after all these years and she always will be.

"Please, Dr. Mitchell?" Beca pouts and Chloe hates how easily she succumbs.

"Okay, but only on the condition that you sit outside. You need to get fresh air and sunlight."

"Fine..." Beca pulls the sheets off of her and slips out of bed, linking her arm with Chloe's as the redhead leads her downstairs and outside where Beca sits next to their pool.

"Why don't you have this stupid virus?" Beca questions.

"Because I go out in the sun and keep active unlike some people," she points a glare at Beca. "And besides, you and I both know that you're the biggest baby when you get sick."

"I'm still sick."

"Yes, but you're a baby about it nonetheless. Now, sit here and get your vitamin D while I get you a new cup of ice."

"Yes, Doctor."

Chloe enters the kitchen and refills Beca's cup with ice before grabbing an iron tablet and a cup of chocolate milk (because Beca is Chloe's child-wife) and returns to the music producer.

"Here, take this," Chloe hands the woman the tablet.

"But, Chlo, I hate taking these! They're horse tablets!"

"Beca, your iron levels are low again, and having low iron will only make you feel worse. I've given you chocolate milk to help you down it so quit complaining."

Beca huffs and takes the tablet. "Fine. It's times like these where it sucks to have a doctor for a wife."

"Oh, yes, of course. I want to take care of my wife the best I can, especially now that she's got this virus. It's a terrible thing."

"You know that's not what I mean. I love that you look after me but I hate all the fuss." Beca swallows her tablet.

"I know you do but that's part of being a human - we get fussed over when we're sick. It's just how things go."

"It still sucks."

"Well, perhaps this will teach you to shake hands with your fans and take photos with them."

"Yes, mom."

Chloe quirks up an eyebrow. "Is that attitude, Mitchell?"

Beca swallows nervously. "No."