Bechloe prompt: their kid has a nightmare so Beca and Chloe have to check for monsters
“Mommy!!!” Seven year old Billie yelled in the middle of the night, causing both Beca and Chloe to jolt awake. They heard the sound of her feet pounding against the wooden floor before she burst into their bedroom. She pulled herself onto their bed and squeezed between them, clinging to Chloe’s arm.
“What is it sweetie?” Chloe asked, stifling a yawn.
“There’s a monster in my room,” Billie said, quietly.
“A monster?” Beca asked.
Billie nodded. “It was in my cupboard.”
“Well, we can’t have that can we?” Beca said. She climbed out of bed and pulled on a dressing gown.
“Mommy what are you doing?” Billie asked.
“I’m gonna go make sure there’s no monsters bothering my little girl,” Beca said, before leaving the room and going into Billie’s.
“Shall we go help?” Chloe asked. Billie nodded and Chloe carried her from the room, Billie’s tiny arms wrapped around her neck.
They walked into Billie’s room to see Beca lying on her stomach looking under Billie’s bed.
“No monsters under here,” Beca said, standing up and brushing the dust off. “Although we should talk about what is under there. You know when we ask you to put your toys away, we don’t just mean shove it all under the bed?”
Billie giggled and buried her face into Chloe’s neck.
Beca smiled at her wife and daughter before she carried on searching.
She opened up the wardrobe and searched through the rows of clothes.
“No monster in here,” Beca said. “Just an alarming amount of pink.”
Billie laughed again.
Eventually she was satisfied that there were no monsters lurking in any part of her room and she got back into bed.
“What if it comes back?” She whispered when Beca and Chloe bent down to kiss her on the cheek.
Beca glanced at Chloe before looking back at her daughter.
She’d been a scared child too. She’d spent hours curled up under her duvet, too scared to move. She’d only ever tried telling her parents once but they hadn’t seemed interested. She didn’t want her daughter to go through the same thing.
“How about I stay and make sure it doesn’t?” Beca asked, pushing Billies messy brown hair from her eyes.
“Me too,” Chloe said. “And how about I read us a story?”
“Yay!” Billie said, happily scooting over so Beca could join her in the bed. She immediately snuggled into her mom’s side as Chloe sat on the squashy beanbag beside them.
Chloe picked up a book, and grinned as she looked at both her wife and daughter watching avidly. Waiting for her to start reading.
“Once upon a time-”
“Oh I love this one,” Beca whispered.
“Shh,” Billie whispered back, giggling.