Chapter LVI

                                    

                                          
Chloe's POV
                          
"Mommy... Mommy? Mommy?"
                          
Hmm... I gently stir to the sound of Emily and her pushing on my shoulder. I open my eyes and see her standing in front of me in her pyjamas.
                          
"Hey, baby..." I mumble. "Are you okay?"
                          
"Yes. I'm hungry."
                          
"Hungry? What time is it?" I look at my bedside clock and see that it's almost eight in the morning. "Oh, sorry, Em. I've slept in. Have you eaten anything yet?"
                          
"Just a banana but I'm still hungry."
                          
"Okay, I'll make you breakfast. Head downstairs and I'll be there soon."
                          
"Okay, mommy."
                          
"Good girl."
                          
Emily trots off and I go to stretch but Beca tightens her arms around me, pulling me into her body and grumbling into my hair.
                          
"Becs..." I giggle, rubbing my hand along her arm.
                          
"Mm..." She groans.
                          
"Your daughter is hungry."
                          
"Mph..."
                          
She's so cute in the morning. It's been a week since we've gotten back together and we still fall victim to late-morning sleep-ins. We just sleep so well with each other. This hasn't been the first time that Emily has had to wake us up. I feel guilty since I don't like my baby girl waiting for breakfast and being hungry in the meantime. I might have to start setting an alarm so that it doesn't happen anymore.
                          
God, I've missed Beca's arms around me so much. Even though it's been a week, I still can't get over it. My Becs is back and we're a family again. Emily is so happy and I'm so happy. It's everything I could ever want. It's my dream come true.
                          
"Becs... Come on, we have to make Em breakfast," I say.
                          
"Fine," she huffs, releasing me from her grasp and I hate it but Emily needs to eat.
                          
"Oh, don't give me that, Mitchell." I stretch then sit up.
                          
"I will give you that, Beale." She pinches my behind when I get out of bed.
                          
"Beca!" I squeak.
                          
"You love me." She stretches out with a smirk on her face.
                          
"Get downstairs and help me feed your daughter."
                          
"Yes, ma'am!" She salutes.
                          
Her damn smart-mouth. God, I've missed it... I throw on my dressing gown then head downstairs where Emily is on the couch watching TV.
                          
"What do you want for breakfast, baby?" I ask.
                          
"Cheerios, please, mommy."
                          
"Cheerios it is!"
                          
I pour Emily a bowl of Cheerios and pour one for Beca since she pretty much is another child in this house but I love her. Once that's done, I put the coffee on and watch Beca walk into the kitchen, tossing her hair up into a messy bun.
                          
"Good morning, mama!" Emily greets, walking into the kitchen.
                          
"Good morning, champ!" Beca picks Emily up and gives her a kiss and a cuddle then sits her at the kitchen bench.
                          
"Your coffee," I hand Beca her mug. "And your breakfast is next to Em's."
                          
"Thanks, babe." She gives me a peck before sitting down next to Emily and eating her breakfast with her. "What are you eating?"