[Beca 7:29 pm]: Omw home. How’s Em?
[Chloe 7:35 pm] same. temp wont go down :(
[Beca 7:36 pm] Shit. What are we going to do?
[Beca 7:45 pm] Chlo???
Beca sighed as her text once again went unanswered, the brunette lazily tossing her iPhone into the cup holder before curling her hands around the steering wheel; she couldn’t wait to get home, she needed to make sure her kid was okay.
Earlier that morning, Beca had gotten up to start her usual morning with her wife and daughter only to find Chloe pacing through the nursery with a whimpering Emily cradled in her arms, the one-year-old clutching at her ear.
After that, it was a blur of taking care of the infant while half dressing herself for yet another day full of interviews to promote her upcoming tour; Beca had wanted to stay home, but Chloe had practically pushed her out the door.
For the entire day, Beca had kept her phone glued to her hand as she frequently received texts from her wife updating her on Emily’s sickness while her knee bounced anxiously in hopes that it would some how speed up each interview she was forced into.
Beca sighed in relief as she finally pulled up her driveway, her hand reaching up to jab at the garage door opener on her car visor before she easily pulled in beside Chloe’s Ford Explorer before scrambling from the car.
The brunette hurried into the house, the alarm beeping to alert her entrance as she followed the sound of Chloe’s soft voice and heartbreaking cries, Beca wincing as she sped her walk up to the living room.
The DJ paused as she took in the sight of Chloe bouncing Emily in her arms as she walked through the room, her red locks piled haphazardly on top of her head and a burp cloth thrown over her shoulder, her blue eyes swimming with building tears.
“Thank God you’re home,” Chloe breathed out once she caught sight of her wife, the woman shaking her head. “I-I called the doctor and I set up an appointment for tomorrow, but she won’t stop crying. Sh-she’s in so much pain.”
“It’s okay,” Beca soothed as she crossed the room to stand beside her wife, her fingers gliding through the soft brown locks on her daughter’s head while frowning softly. “Little dude, what’s going on?”
“Ea.” Emily whimpered as she clutched her tiny fist around her ear.
“I know, kiddo,” Beca sighed as she smoothed a hand over the back of her daughter’s head before looking to her wife, a worried expression on her face. “Maybe we should like call one of our moms.”
Chloe’s eyes widened before she nodded, “That’s a good idea.”
“Okay, you go call your mom and I’ll take Em,” Beca smiled as she held her arms out for her daughter, Chloe humming as she pressed a kiss to Emily’s warm head before handing her over to her wife.
Emily whined at the jostling Beca did to move her to a comfortable position, the little girl arching her back in protest and Beca easily settled a hand on her midback to steady her before beginning to walk through the room.
“Hey, hey,” Beca cooed as she bounced the one-year-old, the baby whimpering as she nuzzled comfortably into her mother’s neck. “It’s okay, little dude. Mama’s here. We’ll getcha feeling better in no time.”
“Mama.” Emily whimpered, rubbing her nose against Beca’s neck.
“I’m right here,” Beca assured her in a soft whisper as she dragged her nose over the top of Emily’s head, the baby clinching her fists around her mother’s button up shirt. “Shh, baby. I’m right here.”
Emily’s whimpers slowly began to melt away as she continued to twist Beca’s shirt, the brunette smiling adoringly as she swayed with her daughter before moving towards the kitchen where she could hear Chloe’s soft voice.
“I got her to calm down,” Beca murmured with a smug little grin, Chloe shooting her a look of amusement before continuing her conversation with her mother. “What’s she saying? Anything we can do till tomorrow?”
“My mom said we should try putting a warm washcloth over her ear,” Chloe said as she turned her mouth away from the phone. “And if she’s still really fussy then she said there’s a few oils we can run to the store for.”
“Okay.” Beca nodded, the worry clear on her face.
“Apparently, I had tons of earaches whenever I was Em’s age,” Chloe added before muttering something to her mother and ending the phone conversation. “My mom said they’re pretty normal.”
“That sucks. I don’t like her being in pain.” Beca frowned as she continued to sway side to side, Emily humming lightly against her neck as she snuggled closer. “We should probably get a washcloth warmed up for her.”
“Okay,” Chloe nodded as she smoothed a hand down Emily’s back, her head tilting to the side to look at the one-year-old who cooed at the sight of her mother. “Don’t worry, baby, mommy is gonna make you feel better, okay?”
“Mommy is the best at making us feel better, huh?” Beca grinned.
Chloe smiled softly at her wife before leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips, “How’d the interviews go?”
“Fine.” Beca shrugged. “I just wanted to get home.”
“Why?” Chloe frowned as she moved to gather a washcloth from a drawer.
“Why do you think?” Beca scoffed as she walked towards the kitchen table, sitting down slowly and shifting Emily in her arms. “I hate the idea of you being home with Em alone when she’s this sick. I wanted to be here too.”
“We were okay, she didn’t really start getting fussy till about an hour ago.” Chloe shrugged as she warmed the sink water, her finger dancing underneath the tap. “She just held her ear all day and slept in my lap.”
“I still wish I would’ve been here.” Beca muttered.
“Well, next earache you can stay with her instead,” Chloe teased as she finally ran the cloth under the tap, the redhead draining it before moving towards her wife and daughter. “Do you want to hold her or should I?”
“I’ve got her.” Beca assured her with a small nod.
Chloe nodded slowly as she pulled a chair towards the pair and reached to gently pull Emily’s hand from her ear, the baby whining in protest before releasing a small breath at warm cloth that replaced her grasp.
“Becs, you can’t be upset with yourself for not being here,” Chloe sighed as she kept her gaze locked on her daughter. “You’ve got a tour coming up, and this won’t be the last time I’m home alone with her when she’s sick. It’s okay.”
“I just don’t want you to think that I duck out every time something hard comes up with her. I don’t want to be like my dad.” Beca mumbled. “Every time I was sick, my mom was the only one who took care of me.”
“Beca, you’re amazing with her,” Chloe assured her. “You’ve been here for all her huge milestones and that’s what matters. You’re an awesome mom, I promise. She loves you so much. Look at her.”
Beca glanced down at the baby cuddled in her arms, the one-year-old’s fluttering her lashes against Beca’s neck before she yawned and rubbed a fist against her nose, Beca smiling lovingly at the little girl.
“She really is perfect.” Beca sighed.
“Well, she was your egg so I don’t think we should be surprised she’s perfect.” Chloe chirped, Beca rolling her eyes playfully before Emily babbled softly. “See, even Emily agrees with me. We think you’re perfect.”
“Not quite as perfect as this moment right now.” Beca shrugged as she looked between her wife and daughter. “I know I can’t change that I wasn’t here all day, but I’m glad I’m here now. There’s no where else I’d rather be.”
“Of course not.” Chloe teased with a wink. “We love you, Becs.”
“I love you guys too.” Beca whispered before she dropped a kiss to Emily’s head before leaning forward to meet Chloe’s lips with her own, lingering for a long moment before drawing away to nudge their noses together.