Beca was a heavy sleeper; there is no doubt about that. She had Fat Amy as a roommate in college for Christ's sake. That being said, Beca can sleep through almost everything (emphasis on the almost). Things have been a little different lately in the Mitchell household ever since their second round of IVF has been a successful one. Chloe is now 16 and a half weeks pregnant and is sporting a baby bump that Beca finds absolutely adorable. Once Chloe hit her 16 week mark, Beca has found herself unable to sleep through the night. You're probably thinking, "Awe, Beca is more hyper aware cause she's worried about Chloe". That absolutely is not it.

Her and Chloe have a pretty good arrangement when it comes to sleeping on their queen-sized mattress. The middle is for cuddling (obviously) and when they aren't cuddling, Beca is on the left side of the mattress and Chloe is on the right. Beca actually thinks her wife is a delight to sleep next to, until it was like their baby flipped a damn switch and changed all that. After having had a busy day on the Thursday of their 16-week appointment, Beca and Chloe decided to head to bed at around midnight. They cuddle in their middle ground for a bit before shifting to their respective side of the mattress with their butts touching, falling into a peaceful sleep. Well, it was peaceful until about 2:30am. Beca felt a light smack to her face, causing her to jolt. She laughed, assuming it was Chloe trying to start some impromptu pillow fight. Her laughter quickly turned to panic when she felt a heavy pressure on the pillow. Convinced her wife was trying to kill her, Beca sat up straight, shoving the pillow and Chloe off of her.

"What the fuck, Chloe?!" Beca yell-whispered. She looked over at Chloe, who was sound asleep, laid diagonally across the bed, her pillow now lying where Beca's head once was. Beca ran her fingers through her hand and sighed. She leaned down and pressed her lips against Chloe's temple to give her a quick kiss.

"Baby?" Beca whispered in her ear, placing a hand on her wife's hip, pushing it a little. Chloe scrunched up her nose before letting out a small whine.

"Chlo, you need to move over. You're on my side of the bed." Beca nudged Chloe's hip again. Chloe opened her eyes a little bit, lifting her head to look around and evaluate the situation. She nodded her head, grabbed her pillow and returned to her designated area, then falling back asleep. Beca layed down again, quietly laughing at her wife's antics, and fell back asleep.

Not even an hour later, at 3:15am, Beca is startled awake by cold feet pressing against her lower back, under her shirt. Her teeth chatter a little bit at the sudden coldness. She reaches back, lightly shoving Chloe's knees to push her feet off. She is met with a groan and a shove of the redhead's feet that almost sends her flying off the bed. Beca quickly grabs on to the headboard to stop herself from falling. Before she can pull herself up all the way, Chloe once again rolls herself onto Beca's side of the bed. This action knocks Beca a little further off the bed and she quickly intertwines her legs with Chloe's to keep her off the floor. Now she is left hanging off the side of her bed like some kind of sloth on a branch and she has no idea what to do. Beca tightens her grip on Chloe's leg and then lets go of the headboard, quickly maneuvering the top half of her body, narrowly missing the nightstand as her back lands on the floor with a soft thud. She winces, even though it didn't hurt. She untangles her legs from Chloe's and does some half assed backward summersault as her legs drop down. She stands up and adjusts her shirt and pulls up her flannel pajama shorts. She puts her hands on her hips and stares intently at her wife, who is now starfished in the middle of the bed.

"You've got to be kidding me." Beca grabs Chloe's left leg and pushes it towards her right leg to give herself space on the bed. She smiles triumphantly; her antics seemed to have worked. Just as she about to crawl back into bed, her wife's left leg stretched back out. Beca rolled her eyes and groaned. She placed her hands on her hips and stared at the redhead again, trying to come up with another plan. She tiptoed to the edge of the bed and pulled the comforter off her wife. Since Chloe had a thing for not sleeping under sheets, Beca knew this plan would work. She grabbed the edge of the sheet and bunched it up in her hands a little. She quickly pulled out and then up, causing Chloe to roll back to her side of the bed. Beca let go of the sheet and hastily jumped into her spot before her wife could roll back over. She settled back in and took a quick glance at the clock. She was more than a little peeved that it took her almost 45 minutes to get her spot back in bed.

At around 5:00am, Beca felt a tug on the comforter. She opened her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows together. She turned her head to the right a little bit, to see Chloe rolling away from her this time while also taking the blankets with her. At this point Beca was beyond pissed. She held a firm grip on the comforter, providing a harsh tug to counter every one of Chloe's. She was not going to lose the blanket, damnit.

So… she lost the blanket. She was really determined, but after 25 minutes of playing tug-o-war with her (very strong) sleeping wife, she just gave up. Now she's in the fetal position, her arms and legs both shoved into her giant t-shirt. Not only is she stripped of the blanket, but her dignity as well. Beca angrily stared at the clock, it was 5:59am, one minute away from when their alarms were set to go off. Needless to say, she was grumpy as all hell. The alarm blared through the room and Beca swiftly shut it off. She felt a shift in the bed and heard Chloe yawn. Beca turned around to face her wife, giving her her best angry face. Chloe looked down a Beca and frowned.

"What's wrong, baby? Did you not sleep well?" Chloe said softly, leaning down to kiss between her wife's furrowed eyebrows. Beca rolled her eyes a scoffed.

"You have no idea, babe."

A/N: This is my first story so I'm sorry if it kinda sucks. Feel free to shoot me a message or prompt. Thank you!