“Chloe, will you marry me?”
There was a silent pause that seemed to last forever as Chloe stood crying with Beca on one knee in front of her. This was it, now or never. This was the start of forever with Beca if she wanted it, and Chloe had forgotten how to move, how to speak, how to breathe as she looked down at the brunette who had tears in her eyes. Chloe let her eyes shut for a second as she took a deep breath, basking in this feeling. This was true happiness, right here, on this rooftop with Beca proposing and the Bellas there to witness their new start. She’d done it. She was finally, finally happy.
“Yes Beca. Of course I’ll marry you.” Chloe sobbed, eyes fluttering open as she looked at Beca, hoping her eyes would convey the love she felt.
Beca let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding as she started to weep, “Really?” She asked in a state of disbelief.
“Really.” Chloe beamed through her tears.
“Oh my god, make like Beyonce and put a ring on it!” Cynthia-Rose yelled as the Bellas watched eagerly.
Chloe laughed as she held her trembling hand out to Beca, the brunette taking the ring from the box and sliding the ring onto her ring finger, shaking as she got to her feet. Chloe grabbed the lapels of Beca’s suit jacket and pulled her into a deep kiss as the clock struck midnight, but neither of them noticed. Nor did they notice the loud cheering of their family, or the fizzes, pops, and bangs of the fireworks that went off over their heads. No, in that moment they knew only each other, Beca’s hands tangled in Chloe’s flaming locks, tongue pressed against hers, Chloe’s hands gripping Beca’s suit jacket so hard that it burned but not giving a damn. This was it. This was forever.
Eventually, they remembered they needed to breathe and broke apart, breathless, ridiculous grins on both of their faces.
“I love you Beca.” Chloe sniffed, still in shock at what had just happened.
“I should hope so, you just agreed to marry me.” Beca chuckled, forehead resting against hers, “I love you too Chloe. I’m so happy you said yes.”
Chloe just grinned, speechless as she cried softly, for once not caring that tears were streaming down her face, she was just too happy to care about anything other than Beca right now.
“Okay, I don’t care if this is the most romantic moment of your lives I need a hug!” Stacie ran over with her arms outstretched, the rest of the Bellas close behind as the tall brunette threw her arms around the pair.
There was not a dry eye amongst them as they entered into the group hug. This was worth it, worth the years of pining over each other, worth the hostage situation, worth the sadness and heartbreak, worth every last second from the activities fair in Beca’s freshman year to now, because at long long last had each other. Forever. The hug eventually broke apart, every one of them wiping tears from their faces.
Beca and Chloe remained in each other’s arms as they wiped their tears away, not wanting to let each other go just yet, just in case this was a dream that neither of them wanted to wake from. Beca played with the hair on the back of Chloe’s neck as she was unable to take her eyes off hers, the wide grin on her face threatening to break it in half. Chloe ran a hand through Beca’s hair, an equally large and ridiculous grin on her face.
“I’m going to be Mrs Beca Mitchell huh?” Chloe mumbled, twirling a lock of Beca’s hair around her finger.
“Only if you want to be.” Beca stroked her cheek with her thumb.
Chloe gently shook her head, “I haven’t been a Beale in a very long time. You’re my future Becs, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“C’mon dude don’t make me cry more…” Beca raised an eyebrow as she sniffed again, “I love you Chlo.”
“I love you too.” Chloe grinned, wiping away Beca’s tear with her thumb.
“I believe I was promised champagne?” Amy called, Beca’s gaze finally breaking from Chloe’s as she turned to look at Amy.
“Oh shit, it’s in the fridge downstairs… I was gonna bring it up before Chloe got home but I forgot…” Beca was still grinning even as she winced a little.
“I’ll get it.” Aubrey smiled warmly, “Stace will you give me a hand?”
“Sure!” Stacie joined Aubrey as the two headed for the door down into the building.
“Are you guys sure?” Beca asked, not really wanting to leave the moment but also feeling bad that Aubrey was running errands for her.
“Absolutely. You two stay in this bubble and watch the fireworks.” Aubrey grinned as Chloe and Beca turned their attention to the night sky and the flashes and bangs of colour above their heads.
Stacie followed Aubrey down the stairs into Beca and Chloe’s apartment, heading for the fridge as Aubrey stopped in the living room, watching her wife for a second. The tall brunette turned around with a soft frown on her face as she saw Aubrey just standing there.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Yeah.” Aubrey grinned, “Come here a sec?”
Stacie frowned again as she walked back over to Aubrey, taking her outstretched hands. Aubrey just smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks as she gently placed Stacie’s hand on her stomach.
“Hey mommy.” She smiled as Stacie gasped, looking from Aubrey’s stomach to her face and back again.
“Are you-? Are we-?” Stacie couldn’t find her words as her fingers shakily traced over her wife’s stomach, laughing slightly as she tried to comprehend it.
“The doctor called earlier. October 4th. Nine more months, more or less, and you’re gonna be a mom again.” Aubrey was crying as she stroked Stacie’s lower arms.
“Oh my god…” Stacie was beaming, keeping one hand on Aubrey’s stomach and using the other to cup her cheek as she wiped her tears away with her thumb, “We’re gonna have another kid.”
“Yeah.” Aubrey nodded, “Yeah we are.”
“I love you so much.” Stacie whispered as she pulled her into a deep kiss, still keeping one hand resting where her future child was growing. She broke away from the kiss and gently dropped to her knees, resting her forehead against Aubrey’s stomach, “And I love you so much, peanut. You have no idea how much just yet, but I promise I am gonna spend every day showing you just how much I love you.”
Aubrey ran a hand through Stacie’s hair, sobbing gently at the outpouring of love from her wife, “You’re the best mom in the world Stace, we’re so lucky to have you.”
Stacie kissed her stomach over and over again, hands resting on her hips, eventually looking up at her wife, eyes full of tears, “Thank you. Thank you for making our family bigger, for bringing more love and joy into our lives.”
Aubrey said nothing as she gently pulled Stacie to her feet, kissing her deeply, tears streaming down their faces.
“I love you.” Aubrey whispered as they pulled away again.
“I love you too.” Stacie whispered back, holding Aubrey like she was the most precious thing in the world.
“We should get the champagne.” Aubrey grinned after a few moments, “The Bellas will start asking questions otherwise.”
“Yeah… we’re not telling them tonight right?” Stacie smiled, “That’s why you told me down here?”
“I just don’t want to take away from Beca and Chloe’s big moment that’s all.” Aubrey played with the baby hairs on the back of Stacie’s neck, biting her lip a little.
“Me neither.” Stacie ran her fingers along Aubrey’s stomach again, still not quite daring to believe it, “We have plenty of time to tell the Bellas, it doesn’t have to be tonight.”
A few minutes later, Stacie and Aubrey returned to the roof with a few bottles of a champagne and a bottle of sparkling cider (primarily for Beca, but Aubrey was going to make sure that she was in charge of the drinks to make sure that hers was non-alcoholic too) as well as glasses. They handed out glasses as the corks were popped, Aubrey clearing her throat after everyone had a drink in their hand.
“A toast.” She beamed, looking to Chloe and Beca, the short brunette stood with her back pressed to Chloe, one of the redhead’s arms around her waist, “To Beca and Chloe, living proof that no matter what life may throw in your path, true love always finds a way.”
“To Beca and Chloe!” The Bellas cheered, taking a large sip of their drinks as Beca leant back to kiss Chloe again.
The Bellas celebrated on the roof of the apartment building for hours, not caring if Beca and Chloe’s neighbours were disturbed. It was the new year, but more than that it was a new beginning. The door to the past, the heart ache and sadness, was finally closed and a new one was opened, one that promised happiness, love and pure unadulterated bliss.
It was about an hour and a half later when Beca finally untangled herself from Chloe’s arms, heading over to where Aubrey stood staring out at the New York skyline, Stacie chatting happily with Jessica and Ashley. She stood next to Aubrey for a moment, neither of them saying anything for a moment.
“So when are you going to tell the others?” Beca asked, not looking at Aubrey as the blonde gasped.
“How did you-?” Aubrey couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her lips.
“I’ve spent nearly two years at parties pouring myself drinks that aren’t alcoholic and being able to pick them out on a table or whatever. That’s not champagne, it’s cider.” Beca smirked, turning to look at Aubrey, “And at Christmas, that ‘gin and tonic’? All tonic, with a slice of lime.”
“You notice more than I give you credit for Mitchell.” Aubrey laughed lightly, “I’ll tell them another day. Soon, but not tonight. It’s yours and Chloe’s night. The other Bellas haven’t figured it out right?”
“No.” Beca shook her head with a laugh, “No they’re totally wrapped in Chloe and I, you’re all good dude. But you know Chloe and I don’t mind right? Chloe’s going to be made up that you guys are going to have another kid, and so will everyone else. If you wanna tell them tonight-”
Aubrey cut Beca off with a warm smile, “Absolutely not. You guys have been at the centre of attention for one reason or another for nearly three years now, and so few of the reasons have been good. So tonight, you guys get a night to celebrate happiness and love all to yourselves. We can wait a while.”
“Thanks…” Beca whispered, sighing a little as she looked out at the skyline again, “She looks happy doesn’t she? Genuinely, truly happy?”
Aubrey put an arm around Beca’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze, “Yes Beca. That’s because she is. Sure, she’s still healing, you both are and that’s okay. But after everything you’ve both been through, you deserve this. Be happy Beca, enjoy this moment.”
Beca turned and wrapped her arms around Aubrey’s waist, crying softly into her shoulder. The blonde said nothing as she pulled her close, knowing that this wasn’t sadness. It was relief, relief that all of this was worth it, that she was finally allowed to be happy, that Chloe had said yes.
“Sorry.” Beca sniffled as she pulled back after a few minutes, smiling softly, “I guess I’ve been holding that in all day.”
“You have nothing to apologise for Beca.” Aubrey gave a Beca’s arm a reassuring squeeze, “Go back to your fiancee, enjoy your night.”
Beca grinned as she turned to go back to Chloe, pausing and looking over her shoulder, “Bree?”
“Yeah?” Aubrey asked as she turned to look at Beca.
“Congratulations. That’s the luckiest kid in the world.”
The Bellas eventually made their way back to their hotels and apartments at about 4am, hugging Beca and Chloe tightly before they did. Stacie and Aubrey were the last to leave, not having to worry about relieving a babysitter as Bella was staying with Stacie’s parents. They shared a look as they walked over to Beca and Chloe, Aubrey having told Stacie that Beca had figured it out, so in-tune after so many years that they didn’t need a verbal conversation, especially not about this.
“I’m so happy for you guys.” Stacie beamed as she hugged Chloe tightly.
“Thanks Stace, for all of this.” Chloe grinned as the tall brunette pulled back.
Stacie looked to Aubrey again, their grins matching as the blonde nodded at her wife, “We um, we have something to tell you Chlo.”
Chloe frowned a little, a flash of concern in her eyes, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.” Aubrey nodded, intertwining her fingers with Stacie’s, “Everything’s amazing… I’m pregnant.”
“What?!” Chloe exclaimed, tears brimming in her eyes, smile wide, “Oh my god, Bree!” Chloe threw her arms around her best friend, hugging her tightly, “This is amazing! Beca isn’t this amazing?!”
“It is.” Beca grinned, pulling Stacie into a hug, “Congrats dude.”
Chloe and Beca pulled back, the redhead putting her hands on Aubrey’s hips as she looked at her stomach, squatting so she was eye level with it, “Hey little one. I’m your Auntie Chloe and I’m going to spoil you rotten okay? Anything you want, you can have.”
“Um… I feel like we need a conversation about this?” Stacie frowned, still smirking.
“Oh come on, that didn’t work with Bella, why on earth would it work with this one?” Beca laughed.
“Hey!” Chloe pouted, “Carry on like that and I’ll tell them you’re the boring aunt…”
Beca scoffed, a look of mild outrage on her face, an eyebrow raised, “That’s harsh Chlo. Everyone knows I’m the cool aunt!”
“Sure honey.” Chloe purred as she stood up, pressing a soft kiss to her fiancee’s lips.
“We haven’t told the other Bellas yet, we only found out today and we wanted tonight to be about you two.” Aubrey rested her head on Stacie’s shoulder, hand in hers.
“You guys didn’t have to do that…” Chloe’s expression was soft even as she frowned.
“We wanted to.” Stacie smiled, head resting on Aubrey’s, “You guys deserved a night all about you. A happy one.”
Beca had an arm around Chloe’s waist as she smiled softly, “Thanks. For everything you’ve done for us. We wouldn’t be here without you two.”
Stacie beamed as tears slipped down her cheeks, “It’s nothing. What’s a best woman for?” She winked.
“Go on, get out of here you two.” Chloe grinned, “Gotta rest up to look after my niece or nephew. And if you keep pulling those faces I’m gonna cry and I’ve done plenty of that tonight.” She chuckled.
Stacie hugged Chloe tightly again, and then Beca, “Congratulations you guys. You deserve this.”
Stacie and Aubrey left them to it after Aubrey had hugged them both tightly too. Beca moved to collect the glasses that had been left by the Bellas, stopping only when Chloe put her arms around her waist.
“Hey you.” Chloe murmured in her ear, kissing the side of her neck.
“Hey.” Beca grinned, pressing herself against the redhead and resting her arms on top of Chloe’s.
“You realise you’re stuck with me forever now right?” Chloe chuckled, holding Beca as close as she could.
“Yeah… but it means you’re stuck with me too, so I feel like we’re even.” Beca laughed, turning her head so that she could look at Chloe.
“I can live with that.” Chloe leant in and kissed Beca, a grin on her lips as she did, “Can I buy you a ring?” She asked as she pulled back.
Beca turned in her arms, a soft smile on her face, “You wanna get me a ring?” She whispered, hands on the back of her neck.
“Yeah.” Chloe nodded, a light blush creeping onto her cheeks, “I want you to have something you can look at and remind yourself that I’m yours whenever you need it.”
“I’d love that.” Beca grinned, “Chloe I’m so happy right now. I’ve literally never been as happy as I am here in this moment, on the roof of our apartment building, knowing that you’re going to be my wife.”
Chloe sniffed as a tear slipped down her cheek, arms around Beca’s waist tightening, clinging to her as if she was afraid that if she let go Beca would simply float away from her, “I never thought I could be this happy.” She whispered, “You, Beca Mitchell, have made me into this whole new person I don’t recognise and I will never, in a million lifetimes, be able to explain how much I love you.”
A week later, Beca returned from work a little later than usual as Emily’s album was due to be released the next day and there was still a lot to do. As she opened the door, the smell of Chinese food hit her causing a warm smile to form on her lips. Beca was exhausted, but the smell of food waiting for her seemed to perk her up a little. Chloe grinned at her as she entered their apartment, finishing putting the last of the food on plates.
“Hey baby.” She put the last of the empty containers in the trash before walking over to Beca and pulling her into her arms, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” Beca mumbled, kissing her as she draped her arms around her neck, “Serving it on plates rather than straight from the container? Is the Queen of England coming?”
Chloe giggled as she shook her head, “What? I can’t make things fancy after you’ve had a long day at work?”
“You can. It’s really sweet.” Beca grinned, “And if it’s any indication of the rest of our lives, I think I’m really going to enjoy this marriage thing.” Beca moved to go and sit at the table but Chloe caught her wrist, a huge smile on her face.
“One thing before we eat?” Chloe reached into her pocket, pulling out a ring box and getting one one knee.
“Chloe…” Beca started, tears in her eyes as she looked down at the redhead.
“Beca Mitchell, there aren’t enough words in the English language to express how I feel about you, and how glad I am that you’re in my life. It feels a little dumb to ask this when I know the answer and it’s nowhere near as beautiful and romantic as yours was, but… Beca will you marry me?” Chloe was grinning from ear to ear as she opened the box, a beautiful silver ring set with a diamond set in the middle.
“Gee I don’t know… I don’t think I can commit to one person for the rest of my life…” Beca teased Chloe, smirking as Chloe pulled her face.
“Beca!” She exclaimed, poking at her ribs with her free hand.
“Sorry, sorry.” Beca laughed, “Yes Chloe, of course I’ll marry you, you weirdo.”
Chloe took the ring from the box and slid it onto Beca’s hand, getting up off the floor and pulling Beca into a deep kiss, “There.” She mumbled as the kiss broke, grinning like an idiot, “Now you really are stuck with me for good.”
“I can think of no better way to spend the rest of my life.” Beca grinned.
Time passed by in a blur. Emily’s album debuted on January 8th, and by the 21st it was in the charts top 10, and stayed there for four months. In those four months, Beca became an Executive Producer on the back of her success with Emily’s album, Chloe not only choreographed but directed a Broadway production of Rent to rave reviews from critics. Aubrey was starting to show as she entered her second trimester, working on franchising the Lodge, Stacie was overseeing four huge projects at work, and Benji and Emily had gotten married in a very small service (just the Bellas and their parents) before Emily had been whisked off on a tour of the East Coast.
“We should set a date.” Beca mused as her and Chloe lay in bed one night.
“Hm but which one?” Chloe lifted her head from Beca’s shoulder so she could see her face, a bemused smile on her face as she traced her fingers up and down the brunette’s stomach.
Beca took a deep breath, “What about… July 25th?” Beca searched Chloe’s cornflower blue eyes for some kind of reaction.
“Wow…” Chloe whispered, “That’s… that’s a great idea.”
“Yeah?” Beca asked, running a hand through Chloe’s hair as she frowned a little, “Are you sure? Because there are 364 other days to choose from…”
“No. It’s perfect.” Chloe sniffed a little as she smiled, “You getting shot was the worst day of my life, and I’ve had some pretty awful ones. But getting to marry you and changing what that day means, forever? It’s going to be the best day of my life.”
“You’re such a dork Chlo.” Beca was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, “It’s one of the many reasons I love you.”
“I love you too.” Chloe grinned too, pressing a kiss to her lips.
A month later, Chloe was at home enjoying a well earned day off when there was a knock at the door. Opening it, she grinned broadly as she saw who was on the other side.
“Ellie! I didn’t know you were in New York!” She grinned broadly at Beca’s mom as the older woman wrapped her in a warm hug.
“Can’t a woman drop in to see her kids?” Ellie laughed, hugging her tightly.
“Always. But Beca’s at work till late.” Chloe smiled as she pulled back, running a hand through her hair.
“I know! I wanted to take you to lunch, maybe do a bit of shopping?” Ellie’s grin was broad as Chloe let her into the apartment, “Have a proper girls day out?”
“I’d love that!” Chloe beamed, “I need to change first, put on something other than my sweats, but I’d really like that.”
“Great! Well chop chop then, I got us reservations for 1pm!” Ellie grinned.
It was no secret that Chloe had never had a ‘normal’ relationship with her parents, and she quietly savoured every minute that she spent with Beca’s parents, but particularly Ellie. There seemed to be a special connection between the two of them, and there were times Chloe truly felt like Ellie was her mom.
“So, directing Broadway shows? That’s huge!” Ellie grinned as they sat in a nice restaurant, an easy atmosphere between them.
“It was just the one show that ran for a couple of weeks as a one off, it’s not a big deal.” Chloe shrugged, blushing a little.
“Hey, don’t do that! It’s a huge deal.” Ellie frowned a little, “The critics loved it, and you know that stuffy white men are the hardest people to please.”
Chloe just laughed as she shook her head a little, biting her lip, “I did really love it… I haven’t really ever had any solo projects, not even with the Bellas. I was always co-captain, and I loved that please don’t think I didn’t, Beca and I make an amazing team, but having a project all to myself? It was amazing.”
“I’m really proud of you Chloe.” Ellie grinned, “It was an amazing show.”
“You sure you’re not just saying that so I’ll carry on getting you free tickets?” Chloe raised a teasing eyebrow, sipping her drink.
“Maybe a little…” Ellie laughed, “Seriously Chloe, you’re doing amazing, we’re all really proud of you.”
“Thanks Ellie.” Chloe smiled warmly.
“So I was thinking…” Ellie grinned, “And by thinking I mean planned it without asking, that we could go shop for your wedding dress? If you want one obviously…”
“Really?!” Chloe’s eyes were sparkling with excitement and the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.
“Yep! You, me, Aubrey, and as many cake samples as we want. And you looking gorgeous in white dresses obviously.” Ellie winked.
“Ellie, I- I’d love that. It’s perfect.” Chloe blinked quickly to try and keep her tears at bay, a ridiculous grin on her face.
“Whatever dress you want Chloe, whichever feels like the one, you can have it. It’s on me. And by me I mean me and Hank and Sheila, we all want to pitch in for it.” Ellie smiled.
“Ellie it… it’s too much.” Chloe shook her head, a couple of tears slipping down her cheeks, “I- I don’t know what to say…”
“It’s not, Chloe. It’s what parents do. We’ll do the same for Beca with whatever she wants to wear. You’re family kiddo, it’s kinda my job to spoil you a little.” Ellie rested her hand on Chloe’s arm, stroking it gently as she smiled at her.
Chloe shook her head again, wiping at her eyes with the back of her free hand, a grateful smile on her lips, “I don’t know what to say…” She whispered, overcome with emotion, not able to comprehend this kind of affection from a parental figure.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just come and look at wedding dresses, you don’t even need to pick one today.” Ellie was still grinning, holding back a few tears of her own. It broke her heart that Chloe wasn’t used to this kind of family love, and she was so determined to give it to her now.
“Okay.” Chloe nodded, “Let’s do it.”
Aubrey was waiting for them at the wedding dress boutique, now five and half months pregnant and getting bigger by the minute. She smiled warmly as she waved to them, getting up out of the chair she had settled in whilst she waited for them.
“Bree!” Chloe beamed, hugging her as close as she could with the baby bump in the way.
“So I feel like there was something you forget to mention on the phone…” Ellie frowned at Aubrey as the blonde pulled back from her hug with Chloe, a smirk on Ellie’s face that was very similar to the one that her daughter often wore.
“Yeah…” Aubrey laughed lightly, “I figured it would make a nice surprise.”
Ellie hugged Aubrey too, pulling back to look at her, “How long have you got left?” She grinned.
“Three and a half months.” Aubrey was handling being pregnant a lot better than her wife had, but that didn’t stop her pulling a face, “I’m looking forward to being able to see my feet again.”
Ellie laughed, “Tell me about it, by the third month that I was pregnant with Beca I was really over being pregnant.”
Aubrey laughed, shaking her head as she linked her arm with Chloe’s and lead her inside the boutique, “C’mon Chlo, I’m a few months away from trying on bridesmaids dresses, but you can play dress up all afternoon if you want.”
Chloe giggled as they all walked over to the rails of white dresses, trailing her fingers along them as she bit her lip. Aubrey lowered herself into a nearby chair, Ellie next to her as helped herself to one of the slices of cake that had been set out.
“Alright Chloe, let’s get started!” Ellie grinned, settling back in her seat, “Pick some that you like and see how they feel.”
They were there for a good two hours, Chloe trying on nearly every dress in the store and looking stunning in all of them. Aubrey and Ellie always clapped, whistled and gave out compliments every time that Chloe came out in a different dress. Chloe laughed and twirled for them, having one of the best afternoons of her life. There was quiet lull as Chloe was trying on another dress as Aubrey turned to Ellie.
“It’s nice to see her so happy.” Aubrey mused quietly, a soft smile on her lips.
“You guys have known each other a long time now huh?” Ellie asked.
“Yeah… nearly eleven years now.” Aubrey grinned, hand subconsciously stroking her baby bump, “I hadn’t realised it was quite that long… I can’t remember a time she wasn’t in my life though.” She chuckled.
“I get the feeling she has that impact on a lot of people.” Ellie laughed lightly, “She’s quite the force of nature that one. And quite possibly the strongest person I have ever met.”
“I am forever in awe of her.” Aubrey smiled softly, “And god am I glad she’s happy.”
“Me too. She kinda grows on you.” Ellie raised an eyebrow with a smirk as Aubrey chuckled.
“Has anyone ever told you that you and Beca are basically the same person?” Aubrey asked, an amused look on her face.
“All the time.” Ellie laughed, “She’s been in there a while hasn’t she?”
“Yeah…” Aubrey looked at the clock, “It’s been ten minutes…”
“Chloe?” Ellie called, sitting forward in her seat, “Are you okay hun?”
Instead of a verbal response, the curtain to the changing room opened, Chloe walking out with a wide smile on her face and tears in her eyes, “Guys… I think this is it…” The dress was stunning; an a-line, strapless ball gown, adorned with lace and beads. It showed off her toned arms, her muscular back, hugged her curves in the most perfect way. It was like it had been tailored just for her.
“Oh Chloe…” Aubrey whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks, “Oh it’s perfect…”
“You look incredible…” Ellie grinned, “It really is perfect… how do you feel?”
“Like…” Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat as she turned to look at herself in the mirror, hands smoothing out the skirt, “Like it was made for me… is that lame?” She turned to look back at the women behind her, biting her lip.
“No.” Ellie shook her head, “It looks like it was.”
Chloe simply beamed through the tears that spilled from her eyes as Aubrey and Ellie got up from their feet, the former having to heave herself upwards a little, wrapping her arms around Chloe as Ellie gently stroked her hair. Chloe closed her eyes for a moment, basking in this feeling for a moment. She felt something poke her in the side and she opened her eyes again, frowning softly as she turned to Aubrey.
“What did you poke me for?” She asked, bemused smile on her face.
“I didn’t… you felt that?” Aubrey grinned, looking down at her stomach.
“Oh my god… is that the first time they’ve done that?” Chloe exclaimed, turning so she was facing Aubrey.
“First time someone else has been able to feel it!” Aubrey beamed, gently taking Chloe’s hand, “Here, can you feel that?”
“Huh…” Chloe giggled, “Looks like someone else approves of the dress!”
Beca returned to her apartment at nine pm that night, stopping dead in her tracks as she saw the bags that were strewn all over every surface of her apartment.
“Uh… Chloe?” Beca called, “Why does it look like the mall threw up in here?”
“Becs!” Chloe grinned, appearing from behind a stack of bags on the kitchen table, “I uh… I went shopping.”
“I can see that… did you leave anything in the stores?” Beca asked, eyebrow raised.
Before Chloe could respond, Ellie walked out of the bathroom, smiling warmly at her daughter, “Hey Beca! Good day at work?”
“Mom?” Beca exclaimed, startled, “Okay, some of this is starting to make sense…” She gestured to the shopping bags.
“Yeah… I may have gone a little overboard with things.” Ellie grinned, “Oh! But I did get you…” Ellie started to rummage through the bags until she found what she was looking for, “Aha!” She held out two bags for Beca, smiling broadly.
Beca frowned, bemused as she took them from her mother, “Mom… I love these.” She grinned looking up from the bags and at her mother. In one bag were four flannel shirts of different colours, in the other a pair of ankle high leather boots.
“The shirts were Chloe’s idea.” Ellie nodded to the redhead who was beaming.
“You always looked so cute in them in college.” Chloe shrugged, grinning broadly, Beca blushing a little.
“I take it you guys had fun today then?” Beca quickly changed the subject in the hopes it would dissipate her blush.
“We had a great time.” Ellie grinned, winking at Chloe who grinned back.
“The best.” Chloe nodded.
Beca looked from her mom to Chloe and back again, a soft frown not able to wipe the smirk off her lips, “Why am I worried all of sudden?”
“I have no idea, we have done nothing to be suspicious!” Ellie pretended to outraged.
“Yeah!” Chloe exclaimed, unable to keep the grin off her face.
It warmed Beca’s heart to see her mom and Chloe this close, “Mhm, sure.” She nodded, “I’m on to you two.”
“Honey…” Chloe all but purred as she walked over to her fiancee, “There’s nothing going on. Don’t you trust me?” She stroked Beca’s cheek as she rested her other hand on her hip, Beca blushing like a school girl as it sent a tingle down her spine.
“I- um…” Beca swallowed hard as Chloe’s thumb traced across the waist band of her jeans, “Of course I do.”
Ellie rolled her eyes, smiling fondly at the couple, “I’d better leave you guys to it before Beca melts into a puddle.”
Beca blushed even deeper as her mom gathered her shopping bags (they accounted for about seventy percent of the bags all over the apartment). After she bid the pair farewell, Beca looked around at the remaining bags, grinning a little.
“I’m glad you went out and treated yourself Chlo, you earned it lately after working so hard.” Beca smiled warmly as Chloe looked for a specific bag.
“It’s not just me I treated.” She grinned as she found what she was looking for. “I uh… I slipped off and bought something whilst your mom was in the home ware department looking at vases.” Chloe held up what was in the pink bag up for Beca to see.
“Whoa…” Beca groaned, a wicked smirk on her lips, “Dude what are you doing to me?”
Chloe grinned, biting her lip, “And that’s your reaction before I’ve put it on…”
Mia Genevieve Conrad-Posen was born at five am on October 9th after almost twenty three hours in labour. At three thirty am on October 8th, Beca Mitchell was awoken by the vibrating of her phone on her nightstand. She frowned, fumbling for the phone and answering it. Who the hell was calling her at this time in the morning?
“Hello?” She croaked, feeling Chloe stir next to her.
“Becs? Aubrey’s in labour.” Stacie’s voice down the phone was excited.
“Good for her.” Beca grumbled, “It’s three in the morning.”
“Give me the phone.” Chloe mumbled, a tired smile on her face as she took it from Beca, able to hear Stacie’s excited squeak from there, “Stace?”
“I forget Beca’s not a morning person.” Stacie laughed, “Bree’s in labour, we’re heading to the hospital. She wants you guys there if that’s okay?” There was a beat as Stacie paused, her voice quieter when she spoke again, “Between you and me I think she’s a little scared, I think she needs you guys for comfort more than anything else.”
“Of course. We’ll be there in like twenty minutes?” Chloe was already out of bed, blindly grabbing clothes from the dresser, throwing some at Beca who groaned loudly, “I’ll get some coffee in Beca so she’s less grumpy.” Chloe raised an eyebrow at Beca who extended her middle finger from under the clothes that her fiancee had thrown on her.
Chloe rolled her eyes, a smirk on her lips as she hung up the phone, “C’mon Becs! Don’t you want to meet your niece or nephew?”
“Yes. At a reasonable hour.” Beca grumbled, making no effort to get out of the bed.
“Babies are unpredictable, you’ll figure that out quickly when we have our own.” Chloe winked at Beca who moved the hoodie that had landed on her head, unable to hide the shock at Chloe’s statement.
“O-our kids?” Beca gulped, “You think about us having kids?”
Chloe shrugged as she pulled on her jeans, trying not to make a big deal of it as she could see Beca freaking out a little, “Yeah… but not right now, obviously. But someday, yeah.”
Beca untangled herself from the sheets at last, pulling on the hoodie that had landed on her head, swallowing hard. It wasn’t that she didn’t want kids, especially with Chloe, it’s just that she worried about her being ability to be a mother. Because yes, Beca and her mom were close now, but after the divorce? It was rough, her mom falling apart and Beca having to step up at seven to help run the house and remind her mom to pay the bills. Beca hated the idea that she might ever put that burden on her own kid.
“Yeah… someday…” Beca mumbled. This was a conversation for another time, and certainly not for a sleep hazed early morning when they were rushing to be by Aubrey’s side when she gave birth.
“C’mon!” Chloe grinned brightly. She could see the cogs turning in Beca’s head and knew that she had unintentionally freaked her out a little. A couple of years ago, Chloe would have fixated on it, apologised incessantly, made both of them uncomfortable, but now? Now Chloe was giving Beca the space to work through whatever was going on in her head. Whenever she was ready she would talk about it, that much Chloe knew. “Y’know if we’re late Bree will make us run laps of the maternity ward.”
“I’d say let her try, but I have a feeling she’s gonna be extra Captain Posen when pushing out a baby…” Beca smirked, turning to Chloe, relieved the topic of their potential kids had been dropped, “Even I’m not ballsy enough to stand up to that.”
Chloe threw her hair into a messy bun as she grabbed her bag and phone, Beca still grumbling at the time as she stuffed her feet into her shoes and ran her hand through her hair in lieu of a brush as she trudged after the redhead.
They were at the hospital faster than they thought they would be arriving in ten minutes rather than twenty, Chloe rushing to the reception desk as Beca made a beeline straight for the coffee machine.
“Hi, we’re here for my friend Aubrey Posen?” Chloe was grinning from ear to ear as the excitement of meeting her new niece or nephew made her eyes glitter.
“Uh, I’m sorry, we don’t have anyone by that name here.” The receptionist shook her head as Chloe frowned. Had she gone to the wrong hospital?
“Chloe? You beat us here?”
Chloe’s head whipped around, beaming as Stacie’s voice rang out behind her.
“I told you that cab driver was taking us the long way!” Aubrey grumbled, reluctantly sat in a wheelchair as Stacie rolled her over to Chloe.
“You guys just got here?” Beca asked as she rejoined them, coffees in hand as she smirked, passing one to Chloe.
“There’s Little Miss Sunshine!” Stacie raised an eyebrow as Beca rolled her eyes.
“You were the ones who decided to wake me up at three in the morning!” Beca protested, resting her head on Chloe’s shoulder.
“I am so sorry Beca, next time I have a baby I’ll make sure to schedule it at a time that’s more convenient for you!” Aubrey scowled.
“That’s all I ask.” Beca smirked teasingly, Stacie suppressing a laugh as Aubrey’s scowl deepened.
“Let’s get you checked in.” Chloe was so used to playing peace maker between Aubrey and Beca that it was second nature by now, although these days it was always friendly teasing rather than the tense arguments they used to get into Aubrey’s senior year.
A few minutes later, Aubrey was settled in the bed of a private labour room, Stacie by her side holding her hand, Beca settled in one of the chairs in the room, Chloe perched on the arm of the chair as all of them focused attention on the doctor who was examining Aubrey.
“Alright, you are in labour Aubrey, but it could be a while yet. You’re only two centimetres dilated and your contractions are still fifteen minutes apart. I’d get comfortable if I were you, we’re going to be here a while.” The doctor smiled sympathetically.
“Comfy?” Aubrey raised an eyebrow, an incredulous look on her face, “Are you kidding me?”
“I know, it seems ridiculous. But it’s all we can do right now. You’ve got plenty of people to keep you company, that should hopefully take your mind off things.” The doctor excused herself from the room, leaving Aubrey with her family.
“She’s right baby, we’re all here to take your mind off things.” Stacie smiled softly, stroking Aubrey’s hair.
“You know it’s weird…” Beca mused, smirking as she leant back in the chair, “If you’d have told me seven years ago that I’d be sat in a hospital room with the uptight captain of the Barden Bellas whilst she gave birth to her child as part of her support system, I’d have laughed in your face.”
Aubrey snorted as she let her head rest on the pillows behind her, “And if you’d have told me that the stand-offish alt girl that drove me crazy would be one of my closest friends I’d have told you to get your head out of your ass-”
“It’s not a hat.” Chloe, Stacie and Beca finished the now infamous phrase for her, Aubrey blushing a little as she laughed, shaking her head a little.
“Have you told everyone else?” Chloe asked, an affectionate smile on her face, an arm draped around Beca’s shoulders as she played with her brunette hair.
“Stacie’s parents know because they have Bella, and my mom is booking the next flight out from VA so she’ll be here soon. I haven’t told the Bellas yet, kind of got caught up in the whole ‘contractions are really painful’ thing…” Aubrey grimaced as she felt a wave of pain wash over her, hand tightening around Stacie’s. Stacie gently stroked her head as she squeezed her hand back.
“Breathe through it Bree, just like in those Lamaze classes, it’s alright.” Stacie soothed her wife as Aubrey huffed through the contraction, relieved once it had passed.
“How about I put something in the group chat?” Chloe smiled, trying to distract Aubrey, “Or should I wait until the babies here to do that?”
“Do it now.” Aubrey smiled softly, “Can you imagine the uproar if I didn’t tell them now?”
Chloe giggled as she nodded, pulling out her phone, starting to compose the text message as Stacie frowned.
“Hey, I didn’t tell them until Bella was here!” She protested, “And they all love me!”
“Yeah but we couldn’t be mad at you for not telling us after what happened.” Beca grinned, “It felt mean…”
Stacie nodded bemusedly, “Fair point.”
Their phones buzzed as Chloe sent the text message, starting to vibrate more and more furiously as the Bellas all responded.
“It’s four thirty, why are they all up?” Stacie frowned deeply.
BELLAS 4 LYFE
CHLOE: Aubrey’s in labour!! Not long now until they’re here (hopefully :fingers_crossed:)
AMY: Couldn’t this news have waited until a more sociable hour? Some us were sleeping…
EM: THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!
EM: I got up to go for a run, but now I’m just lay in my hotel room freaking out!!
EM: Wish I was in NYC, maybe I should take a few days off the tour…
BECA: As your producer, I highly recommended you don’t do that. You’re off after tomorrow for two days, take a flight from Chicago then, there’ll still be a baby for you to meet
EM: :( finnnne I WANT LOTS OF PICTURES THO!!
BECA: Of course. Also who gets up at 3am for a run?
EM: *shrug* old Bella habits die hard I guess
CR: THIS IS HUGE!! Congrats guys!!
FLO: Emily, I’ll book us a flight, we can go together, I have a board meeting today so I can’t fly down straight away
EM: YES FLO <3 We can hit up the duty free and see if there are any cute baby things there!!
FLO: I’m already eyeing up Chicago Cubs baby jerseys :3
STACIE: No child of mine is wearing a Cubs jersey.
JESSICA: We’re driving up from Washington when we’ve slept a little more! We’re so excited!!!!!
CR: Hey if you guys are coming via Philly will you pick me up? Saves me having to drive there myself
ASHLEY: Of course!! Mini Bellas road trip!!
LILLY: I will be there. Maybe I’m there already.
AMY: Well I guess if everyone else is going…
Beca rolled her eyes as she turned off her phone screen, “Looks like the Bellas will be here soon too.”
“No.” Aubrey shook her head, “I love them to death, but I don’t need them all crowding in here whilst I try and push out a child!”
“It’s okay Bree, I’ll wake sure they stay in the waiting room.” Chloe smiled warmly as Stacie gave Aubrey’s hand a reassuring squeeze.
“We all just want you to be comfortable honey.” Stacie kissed Aubrey’s head as she watched another contraction wash over her wife, “Well, as comfortable as you can be anyway.”
Most of the Bellas arrived mid-morning, all of them quickly sticking their head in to say hello to Aubrey before Chloe gently ushered them back to the waiting room.
“You’re only four centimetres dilated Aubrey I’m sorry. It’s going to be a little while longer yet.” The doctor smiled apologetically.
“It’s been nine hours!” Aubrey grimaced, “We’re Posen’s, we don’t keep people waiting around this long.” Her last comment was directed at her baby bump as Stacie laughed lightly.
“Oh honey, I know.” Stacie stoked her head again, “It’s gonna be so worth it though.”
“Is it? Because I’m starting to rethink this pregnancy thing!” Aubrey growled, head flopping back dramatically against her pillows again.
“It might be a little for that.” Beca smirked, Chloe poking her in the ribs as she teased Aubrey.
“I may be in labour, but don’t think I can’t smack the sass out of you Mitchell!” Aubrey’s southern twang slipped into her voice as she grimaced, too tired and in too much pain to disguise it well.
Beca backed up from the bed a little bit as she laughed, holding up her hands defensively. Stacie rolled her eyes at the exchange, grabbing the cup of ice chips, “You want some ice chips?” She offered Aubrey, “We gotta keep you hydrated.”
“I want a bourbon.” Aubrey frowned, “But seeing as though that’s not an option I suppose ice chips will do.”
Stacie chuckled as she fed a few ice chips to her wife, grinning broadly, “Just think, in a little while Bella’s going to have a little brother or sister.”
“I hate this,” Aubrey groaned as another contraction took hold, fiercer than it had been earlier, “Jesus fucking christ I hate this,”
“I know.” Stacie stroked Aubrey’s hair again, hand gripped tightly in hers, “Breathe Bree, that’s it. You’re doing so well.”
Chloe gave Beca a look, a smile on her face. She knew exactly what she had to do as she started to sing, a song all too familiar to all of them that never failed to remind them all that things were okay as long as they had each other.
“I’ve got my ticket for the long way round.” She sang, Beca rolling her eyes a little as she looked at her fiancee, a grin on her face.
“Two bottle o’ whiskey for the way.” Beca sang, looking to Stacie who was beaming as she held tight to Aubrey’s hand, rubbing the small of her back as the contraction continued.
“And I sure would like some sweet company.” Stacie joined in, head resting against Aubrey’s as the blonde huffed and panted through the pain.
“And I’m leavin’ tomorrow what do you say?” The three of them sang, all of them smiling at Aubrey who relaxed back against the pillows as the pain passed.
“When I’m gone.” Aubrey sang breathlessly, unable to help the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips.
“When I’m gone/ When I’m gone/ You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.” They sang together, all of them grinning.
“You’re gonna miss me by my hair.” Stacie sang, kissing Aubrey’s forehead,
“You’re gonna miss me everywhere.” Chloe responded, hand gently squeezing Aubrey’s.
“Oh you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.” Beca finished, perching on the edge of the bed near Aubrey’s legs, a warm smile on her face.
“I love you aca-nerds.” Aubrey mumbled.
By hour twenty, Aubrey was in no mood to sing or hear anyone else sing. She was tired, and in pain, and frustrated that this was taking so long.
“Please tell me this is nearly over.” She begged the doctor as she finished her examination.
“Seven centimetres.” The doctor shook her head, “I’m sorry, I know you’ve been at this a long time. With first babies it can be a long time.”
“This is ridiculous, it didn’t take you this long!” Aubrey looked to her wife, exasperated.
“I know, but that’s because there were complications Bree…” Stacie sighed softly, running a hand through Aubrey’s hair, “You’re doing so well.” Stacie was tired and emotional too, hating seeing her wife in this much pain for so long.
“I’d rather be shot again then do this.” Aubrey grumbled, exhaustion clear in every line of her face.
“Now who’s not letting it go with grace?” Beca asked with a wicked smile, eyebrow raised as Aubrey shot her a glare.
“Are you going to be okay for a few minutes, I need to go use the bathroom.” Stacie ignored Beca as she looked to her wife.
“Well I don’t want you to pee here!” Aubrey frowned as Stacie giggled, lifting their clasped hands so she kiss Aubrey’s knuckles.
“I won’t be long. Don’t go anywhere.” Stacie winked as Aubrey snorted, an eyebrow raised.
“I’m gonna go to.” Chloe kissed the top of Beca’s head as she got up, sensing that Stacie might need a minute for someone to reassure her in the same way they’d all been reassuring Aubrey.
Beca got up as Chloe and Stacie left, standing next to Aubrey’s bed with a tired smile on her face.
“I’m so tired Beca…” Aubrey whispered, turning her head to look at the short brunette, “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Are you kidding?” Beca took Aubrey’s hand as she saw the blonde grimace again, giving Aubrey something to anchor herself on as the contraction took hold, “You’re Aubrey Posen, you are the woman that won the Barden Bellas they’re first ever ICCA title, you made history, nothing is beyond you.”
Aubrey cried out in pain as she gripped Beca’s hand tightly, “You did that.” She panted, “I was the one that… nearly cost us the title.”
Beca shook her head, “No. You’re didn’t. Sure, you were really stubborn and set in your ways, but you are the one that kept us all together, that kept us striving for perfection and accepting nothing less. Do you think I’d be where I am today without you teaching me to always fight for what I wanted?”
Aubrey felt a tear slip down her cheek as she leant back in the bed, looking to Beca, “You didn’t need me for that, you’ve always been scrappy.”
“True.” Beca grinned, “But you taught me discipline Bree, got me through some of the toughest times of my life. You can do anything. You got this.”
“Thanks Beca.” Aubrey mumbled, releasing the vice like grip she had on her hand, “I’m sorry I dragged you out of bed at three in the morning just to wait around.” She chuckled.
“Yeah you’ve got a lot of making up to do for that one Posen.” Beca laughed.
Three and a half hours later, Beca and Chloe walked into the recovery room, tired grins on their faces as their eyes fell on Aubrey. Stacie sat on the edge of the bed nest to her wife, eyes on the small baby in Aubrey’s arms.
“Hey Bree.” Chloe smiled as they reached her bedside, “You did it.”
“I did.” Aubrey beamed, exhausted but overwhelming happy, “Guys I want you to meet Mia Genevieve Conrad-Posen, Mia these are your godparents Beca and Chloe.” Aubrey smiled lovingly down at her daughter who looked up at her with bright blue eyes, a small wisp of blonde hair already starting to grow on her head.
“Can I hold her?” Beca was more surprised than anybody that the words had come out of her mouth, but Aubrey nodded with a grin, carefully settling Mia into Beca’s arms. It was awkward at first as Beca tried to figure out how to hold a newborn, but Mia was soon settled happily in her arms as Beca grinned at her, tears in the corner of her eyes,
“Hey kiddo.” Beca whispered, scared that if she spoke any louder she’d upset the infant, “You took your time getting here huh? I get that, gotta make an entrance.” Beca chuckled softly, “You’ve got the best mom’s in the world y’know? And there’s this whole army of aunts and one uncle waiting right outside those doors, they can’t wait to meet you. You’re gonna be so loved Mia, and if you’re mom ever gets too annoying, you can always come to see me and Auntie Chloe, she makes the best chocolate chip pancakes.”
Chloe could feel tears slip down her cheeks as she watched Beca hold Mia. Whenever Beca was ready, she was going to make the best mom in the world. She walked over to Beca, slipping her arms around her waist and resting her chin on her shoulder, “Beca will teach you music that annoys your mom, and I’ll try and tell her not to.” She chuckled, “But there’ll always be room for you wherever we end up, that’s a promise little one.”
It was twenty six hours later when Beca and Chloe finally got back to their apartment. Beca kicked off her shoes, not even bothering to take off her clothes as she collapsed onto their bed with a loud groan.
“I’m so tired!” She groaned as Chloe lay next to her.
“Poor baby.” Chloe hummed as she giggled, running a hand through Beca’s hair as her fiancee rolled onto her side so she could see her.
“I’m sorry for freaking out earlier when you mentioned babies.” Beca smiled softly, resting a hand on Chloe’s hip as she slipped it under her t-shirt, “I just… I worry that I’m not gonna be good at it, that I’m gonna mess the kid up.”
“Oh sweetie…” Chloe moved a little so that she was pressed to Beca, tucking some of her behind her ear, “I have no doubt in my mind that you are going to be the most amazing mom in the world.”
“How can you be so sure?” Beca asked, voice small.
“Because I know you. I know how sweet, and caring, and full of love you are. I’ve watched you with Bella and Mia, watched the way you took Emily under your wing. You’re amazing Becs.” Chloe fluttered soft kisses across Beca’s cheeks as she spoke.
“I love you Chloe. And someday, I really do want to have babies with you.” Beca sniffed, fingers tracing patterns across Chloe’s ribs as the redhead shivered at her touch.
“Really?” Chloe grinned broadly, “How many.”
“At least two.” Beca said thoughtfully, “Being an only child is lonely, it gives them someone to play with then.”
“I like that.” Chloe beamed, rubbing her nose softly against Beca’s, “And not too far apart either so there isn’t a big divide because of an age gap.”
“You read my mind.” Beca chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Chloe’s lips.
“Who would carry?” Chloe asked, fingers tracing Beca’s collarbone. She didn’t want to push the conversation too hard, but she could barely contain her excitement at the idea of her and Beca having their own kids.
“You. I don’t think I can with the shrapnel in my back.” Beca smiled softly, “The doctor mentioned something like that back in the Cayman Islands, something about the pressure that the baby would put on that area of my back and it causing the shrapnel to shift or something.”
“You’d be okay with that? With me carrying all of them?” Chloe asked. The idea of carrying their kids was thrilling, but she didn’t want Beca to feel left out.
“After watching Bree go through all that today? Absolutely.” Beca laughed, “You know how I get with pain, can you imagine how unbearable I’d be whilst in labour?”
Chloe giggled, “That’s true. You get all dramatic over a stubbed toe.” There was silence for a moment as they lay in each other’s arms, “So we’re having kids then?” Chloe whispered, grinning at Beca.
“Someday.” Beca nodded, kissing her softly, her eyelids starting to flutter shit.
“Someday.” Chloe repeated, a grin on her lips as she drifted off to sleep.
Nine months later, Chloe woke up in the guest room of Stacie and Aubrey’s house (the couple had moved into a house shortly before Mia was born needing more space than they had at their apartment and being able to comfortably afford a mortgage), instinctively reaching out for Beca before she remembered that she wasn’t there. They had agreed to spend the night before the wedding apart, especially as Chloe would be getting ready at Aubrey’s anyway. It was a stupid tradition Chloe decided as she sat up, missing the feel of Beca’s arms around her waist, but after today they’d never have to do it again. Chloe grinned as she bit her lip a little. Today was the day she married Beca, that they vowed to be with each other for the rest of their lives. Chloe couldn’t wait.
A soft knock came at her door before it was opened a crack, Stacie’s head appearing around the door, “Morning.” She grinned as Chloe gave her a sleepy smile.
“Morning!” Chloe responded brightly as Stacie came in with a cup of coffee, handing it to Chloe as she perched on the edge of the bed.
“Did you get any sleep?” Stacie asked, knowing how excited Chloe had been when she’d arrived last night.
“A couple of hours.” Chloe shrugged, “It’s weird sleeping without Beca there though…”
“Yeah well, after today you’re stuck with the midget.” Stacie laughed.
“True.” Chloe chuckled, “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody else.”
“Oh don’t, I’ll be crying plenty today, don’t set me off already!” Stacie gave Chloe’s leg a playful shove, “Anyway, Aubrey sent me in with coffee whilst she feeds Mia, she wants you in the living room by seven so she can make you breakfast and then get you showered, though I think she’s going to let you wash yourself…”
Chloe laughed as she sat up a little straighter, rubbing her eyes, “She’s got her Captain Posen hat on then?” She mused.
“With military focus.” Stacie nodded, “You are the one who made her your matron of honour though, you have to have been expecting this!” She chuckled.
“Yeah, obviously!” Chloe grinned, “I love Beca, but between the two of us there wouldn’t have been a wedding if Aubrey wasn’t involved, we’d never get around to it!”
“So true…” Stacie laughed, before getting up, “Alright, I gotta go wake your soon-to-be-wife up, Bree’s got her on a super tight schedule too.”
Beca grumbled as she woke up without Chloe kissing her cheek, frowning as she sat up in bed. It really was a stupid tradition to wake up without your spouse on the day of your wedding. Beca reached for her phone, running a hand through her hair before typing a text to Chloe.
BECA: I miss you in our bed… I can’t wait to marry you so we never have to do this sleeping apart thing again xxx
CHLOE: I miss you toooo :( I can’t wait to be your wife Beca Mitchell, I love you sm xxx
BECA: I love you too weirdo xxx See you soon xxx
A knock came at Beca’s door and she swung her legs out of bed, knowing it was probably Stacie.
“Morning Stacie!” She grinned as she let the tall brunette in heading for the coffee machine and flicking it on as she pulled a couple of mugs from the cupboard.
“You should get married more often, it makes so chipper!” Stacie grinned, teasing Beca who rolled her eyes in response.
“Shut up, I’m allowed to be excited about getting married!” Beca set a coffee down in front of Stacie as she sat in the seat opposite her.
“Mm true.” Stacie nodded, “I’d be worried if you weren’t!”
Beca laughed as she shook her head a little, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about anything.” She admitted, “She’s the love of my life y’know, everything just feels so right when she’s around.”
“What is it with you and Chloe trying to make me cry already?” Stacie groaned dramatically, “Give a girl a break won’t you?”
Beca rolled her eyes as she sipped her coffee, “How is Chloe?”
“She’s great, she’s just as excited as you are.” Stacie beamed, “Aubrey’s got her drill sergeant hat on though, so I’m glad that I’m here instead.”
Beca laughed, “As if she’s not sent you with a schedule too!”
“Well yeah…” Stacie chuckled, “But I’m less likely to hit you with something if you don’t stick to it to the letter.”
“And I appreciate that.” Beca grinned, running a hand through her hair again, “I can’t believe we’re actually here Stace. I can’t believe that after eight years, after everything we’ve been through, I finally get to marry Chloe Beale.”
Stacie reached out to take Beca’s hand and gave it a squeeze, “I can. I always knew you idiots would make it, even when you doubted it yourselves.” Tears formed in the corners of Stacie’s eyes as she looked at Beca.
“Thanks Stace…” Beca mumbled sniffing back her own tears, “Alright let’s see what’s on this schedule before we both start crying. There’ll be plenty of that today as it is.”
By ten am Chloe had eaten, showered, and had her nails done. Aubrey was pacing around the house with military focus, directing everyone down the phone as well as Chloe and her daughters in her house.
“Alright.” Aubrey set the phone down as she turned to Chloe, “Jess, Ashley and Lilly will be her in twenty minutes, Amy, Flo and Emily will be at Beca’s at the same time so that’s the bridesmaid’s taken care of. Cynthia Rose is going to do Beca’s hair first and then come and do yours, she’ll be here by eleven thirty. Then you’ll do your make up whilst I get Bella and Mia ready before doing my own, and we’ll be done by the time the car service gets here at twelve thirty and at the hotel right on time for the ceremony at one.”
“Aubrey?” Chloe grinned, “Breathe honey. It’s going to be fine. It’s all organised to a tee, so do yourself a favour and sit down for five minutes.”
“But-” Aubrey started.
“Sit.” Chloe said firmly, still smiling warmly, “It’s my wedding day, think of it as my wedding present.”
Aubrey rolled her eyes but relented, sitting in the chair opposite Chloe was a soft smile on her face, “Sorry, I’ve gone all Captain Posen about this haven’t I? I just want today to be perfect for you…”
“It will be.” Chloe reassured her, putting a hand on her arm, “I’m marrying Beca today, everything else is secondary. Thank you for working this hard for me, you have no idea how much I appreciate this.”
“Of course Chlo. What’re sisters for?” Aubrey grinned, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
Beca could feel her hands shaking as she got out of the car, closely followed by Stacie, Amy and Emily. This was it. Now or never. Her parents were waiting for her as she walked into the lobby, tears in Hank’s eyes as he looked at his daughter.
“Hey Beca.” He grinned as Beca hugged him, suddenly feeling the need for a hug off her dad.
“Hey dad.” She mumbled into his shoulder as he hugged her back. She pulled back, taking a deep breath as she straightened her jacket out again.
“You look beautiful Beca.” Hank smiled, “I can’t believe my little girl is getting married…”
“Don’t say things like that, you’ll have her crying her make up off.” Ellie hit Hank’s arm with her purse as she pulled Beca into a hug, “He is right though, you look gorgeous honey.”
“Really gorgeous.” Sheila echoed, beaming as she took her turn to hug Beca.
“Thanks guys.” Beca sniffed, trying hard to keep her tears at bay until at least the ceremony was over, “And thanks for coming.”
“Are you kidding?!” Ellie raised an incredulous eyebrow, “Like we’d have missed your wedding.”
Beca just rolled her eyes, turning as she heard a pair of heels clicking towards them. It was Aubrey who was grinning from ear to ear, Bella in hand, Mia held against her shoulder, Ashley, Jessica and Flo in tow.
“Good, you’re all here!” Aubrey smiled, “Right on time.”
“You’d have killed us if we weren’t!” Amy pointed out.
“True.” Aubrey smiled, but the threat was implied, “Alright, are we all ready to go?”
“Where’s Chloe?” Beca frowned, craning her neck to try and see her.
“Outside.” Aubrey replied, “You don’t get to see her until she’s walking down the aisle Mitchell.”
“Are you serious dude?” Beca groaned.
“It’s tradition.” Aubrey smiled tightly, “That’s that.” Beca just rolled her eyes, knowing better than to argue with Aubrey.
“Alright, places please!” Aubrey called, everyone falling into line without a question.
Bella was at the front of the wedding party, Shelia behind her with Mia in her arms (Beca had wanted her to be part of the wedding party: “She’s family, it’d be weird if she wasn’t there.”, and this way Mia could be a flower girl and Aubrey could walk down the aisle with Stacie). They would be followed by Lily and Flo, then Amy and Emily, then Jessica and Ashley, and finally Stacie and Aubrey. Next would be Beca and her dad, and then… Chloe.
Beca could barely contain excitement.
Outside the hotel, Chloe was trembling a little. Not with fear, no. With excitement, with anticipation. Because this was it. This was her happily ever after.
Chloe was pulled from her thoughts by Ellie appearing from inside the hotel, “Hey. Is everything okay?” Chloe asked with a slight frown. Beca wasn’t having second thoughts was she?
“Yeah. God you look incredible…” Ellie’s smile was warm as Chloe blushed a little.
“What’re you doing here?” Chloe asked.
“I’m here to walk you down the aisle.” Ellie grinned. It had been decided months ago after Ellie had okayed it with Beca, not wanting her to feel weird about it. Beca had of course agreed enthusiastically, but neither of them had told Chloe, wanting it to be a surprise.
“What?!” Chloe stood there in disbelief, “Ellie you don’t have to do that…”
Ellie rolled her eyes as she placed her hands on Chloe’s arms, “Sweetie, I’m gonna say this for the millionth time, and maybe after today it’ll sink in a bit. You are my family, that means you get all the perks that come with it. Which means that there is someone to walk you down the aisle on your wedding day.”
Chloe said nothing as she wrapped her arms around Ellie, hugging her tightly. Ellie hugged her back, careful not to crumple Chloe’s dress as she did so.
“Thank you.” Chloe whispered into her shoulder, her voice thick from the tears she was holding back.
“You don’t need to thank me kid.” Ellie pulled back from the hug a little, sniffing a little herself, “Now c’mon, let’s go get you married before Aubrey bites my head for making you late to your wedding.”
Ellie offered her arm out to Chloe who giggled, linking it whilst giving Ellie a grateful smile. If truth be told, Chloe had been dreading walking down the aisle on her own. Sure she could have asked Luke, but things were still a little weird between them, and Chloe didn’t think she was ready for them to be that close but she had invited him to the wedding nonetheless. But now, as she gave Ellie’s arm a gentle squeeze, it felt like the last piece had fallen into place.
“Ready?” Ellie asked as they stood just outside of the doors of the function room where the ceremony was being held.
“Ready.” Chloe grinned, hand tight around her bouquet, knowing that on the other side of these doors, at the end of the aisle was Beca waiting for her.
The doors opened as Beca’s version of “You Get My Love” played, the same version she had recorded for Chloe the night they got back together. It had been Chloe’s idea, arguing that it was them coming full circle, and Beca was never one to say no to the redhead when she was being so adorable. The Bellas waited for Chloe as they stood around the podium, all dressed in grape coloured v-neck floor length dresses and holding small bouquets of white tulips (Beca’s favourite that she had admitted with a blush). All except Cynthia-Rose who stood at the podium in a sharp suit, her tie and pocket square the same colour as the dresses, ready to officiate her friend’s wedding.
Chloe felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw Beca. Chloe was sure that she had never looked as beautiful as she did now. Beca was wearing a black suit with a white tulip attached to the lapel, a smart white shirt, a deep purple waistcoat and tie to match. Her hair sat in soft curls that framed her face, makeup dark in a way that brought out the blue in her eyes, dark lipstick making her teeth look a brilliant white as she grinned at Chloe, dazzling her in the way that she had so many times over the last eight years. It was the smile she had fallen in love with.
Beca’s heart pounded as she watched Chloe walk down the aisle towards her. God she was breathtaking. It was the first time Beca had seen the dress that Chloe had picked out nearly a year ago, marvelling at the way it somehow made Chloe look even more beautiful than normal. Her brilliant flame like hair was carefully tied back in a bun save for a few locks that hung by her cheeks to frame her face, encircled by what Beca could only describe as a halo of small white flowers and beads. Her makeup was soft and subtle, but brought out the brilliant blue in her eyes that had enthralled Beca in the first place and as she smiled widely at Beca the brunette noticed the way that the lip gloss she was wearing seemed to make her smile shine brighter than ever.
Chloe walked down the aisle, arm in Ellie’s the whole way. She walked past the old Barden Bellas that she and Beca had kept in touch with after the Worlds (including Catherine Junk who was already tearing up), past her friends from work, past Beca’s friends from work and her friends from her support group, past some of their old college friends, past Luke and Benji and Hank and Sheila and Bella and baby Mia, until at last she was stood in front of Beca. Ellie kissed Chloe’s cheek as she unhooked her arm and doing the same to Beca before taking her seat.
“Hi.” Beca breathed, taking Chloe’s hands in hers after Chloe had handed her bouquet to Aubrey to hold for her, as she grinned from ear-to-ear, unable to take her eyes off the woman who was only a few moments away from being her wife.
“Hi.” Chloe whispered giving Beca’s hands a squeeze, her grin mirroring Beca’s as their eyes met, sending the same tingle down her spine as it had when they first met and every time since.
“You look beautiful.” They said accidentally in unison, giggling and blushing a little as they did.
“Alright I’m gonna start before you two get anymore adorable and I just can’t function anymore.” Cynthia-Rose laughed lightly, Beca and Chloe beaming at each other. This was it.
“Queerly beloved, we are gathered here togay to witness the marriage of Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale.” Chloe giggled as Beca rolled her eyes, a grin on her face.
“What, it’s a gay wedding, what do you expect me to say?” Cynthia-Rose shrugged, smile wide.
“Okay, seriously, it is an honour to stand before you all today and officiate the wedding of two of the greatest people I have ever known. Beca and Chloe are two of my closest friends, and I know I speak for all the Bellas when I say that we are so happy that you guys are finally here.” There were nods and beaming smiles from all the Bellas behind Cynthia-Rose.
“Yeah we waited nearly a decade for you two idiots to figure it out!” Amy grumbled with a teasing smile, earning laughs from everyone in the room.
“It has been a privilege to watch the two of you go from strangers, to best friends, to something more. The road here has not been an easy one, but it has shown all of us that if you truly and deeply love someone then nothing can get in the way of that. Love always finds a way.” A tear slipped down Cynthia-Rose’s cheek as she smiled warmly at her friends, quickly wiping it away before continuing.
“Beca, Chloe, you guys helped make us a little family that would always have each others back, that we could be ourselves around, that would love us no matter what. You have both worked so hard to bring happiness and joy to other people’s lives so it is our greatest honour to be here today to give you guys the same. You guys have written your own vows right?” Cynthia-Rose asked, grateful to be able to take a minute to compose herself as Beca and Chloe nodded, Chloe smiling at Beca to go first.
“Chloe.” Beca grinned, giving her hands another soft squeeze, “Ever since you burst into my shower and forced me to sing for you there’s been this connection I can’t explain. And not just because I saw you naked before I even really knew your name.” She chuckled as Chloe blushed a little.
“I spent our college years loving you in secret, and I have spent years since loving you in the open and I don’t regret a single minute of it. You are by far the most beautiful, incredible, awe-inspiring woman that I have ever met, and just knowing that you love me back makes me the luckiest woman in the world. I vow to spend the rest of my life loving you the way that everybody should have been doing your whole life; wholly, unconditionally and irreversibly head over heels in love with the amazing person you are.” Beca finished, tears slipping down Chloe’s cheeks as she sniffed, still grinning broadly. Beca gently lifted her hand and wiped them away, cupping her cheek for a moment as she did before Chloe started her own vows.
“Beca.” Chloe started, taking a breath as she fought back her tears, “I spent most of my life feeling broken, feeling like I’d never fall in love and get a fairytale ending. And then I met you at an activities fair at Barden University, and years before we started dating I felt myself starting to heal. I have never in my life known someone who makes me feel like you do, I have never known anyone as kind and funny and patient and loving as you are. I spend every day wondering what on earth I did to deserve someone like you in my life and every day grateful that you agreed to join the Bellas even if you were too cool for that.” Beca laughed softly, hands in Chloe’s again as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“You are my soulmate Beca, the person who makes me feel safe and loved even on my worst days. You are my reason for living, the reason I get up in the morning, and I promise to show you just how lucky and grateful I am to have you in my life for as long as I live. I love you with every inch of me and more, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” There wasn’t a dry eye in the room as Chloe finished her vows, the Bellas crying softly as Cynthia-Rose cleared her throat a little to try and get through the last of the ceremony.
“Do um, do we have the rings?” She sniffed, grinning as Bella all but leaped off her seat and brought them on the ring cushion to Beca and Chloe.
“Thank you sweetie.” Chloe smiled warmly as she took Beca’s and Beca took hers, Bella bounding back to her seat proud that she’d managed to do her job exactly right.
“Do you Rebecca Lauren Mitchell promise to take Chloe as your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” Cynthia-Rose asked.
“I do.” Beca grinned, slipping the wedding band onto Chloe’s ring finger.
“Do you Chloe Elizabeth Beale promise to take Beca as your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” Cynthia-Rose asked.
“I do.” Chloe nodded, taking her turn to place the ring on Beca’s finger.
“With these rings you commit yourselves to each other for all eternity, they are a symbol of the love you have for each other and the commitment you have made. It is the greatest pleasure of my life to pronounce the two of you married.” Cynthia-Rose’s grin was huge as she looked at them both, “Now kiss her you aca-nerd.”
Beca needed no more prompting as she wound her arms around Chloe’s neck, pulling her into a deep kiss. The noise in the room was deafening as the assembled group of family and friends clapped, cheered and whistled, all of them emotional and overjoyed that Beca and Chloe were now married. Neither of the newly-weds noticed however as they lost themselves in each other, Chloe’s arms tightly wrapped around Beca’s waist as she pulled her as close as physically possible, tongue pressed against the brunette’s as Beca kept both hands on the back of Chloe’s neck, never wanting this kiss to end. Eventually they broke about to breathe, grinning like idiots as they did so, forehead’s gently pressed together.
“Hey there Mrs Mitchell.” Beca breathed, fingers playing with the baby hairs on the back of Chloe’s neck as she beamed at her wife. Wife. Even thinking that made her heart skip.
“Hey yourself Mrs Mitchell.” Chloe was unable to help the giggle that escaped her lips as she looked at Beca. Beca Mitchell, her wife. Who would have thought it?
The music for them to walk down the aisle started to play, pulling them at last from their little bubble. Beca easily intertwined her fingers with Chloe’s, grins on both of their faces as people applauded and threw petals over them as they walked past. They were giggling as they piled into a waiting car, heading for the Conrad’s estate again. Stacie had asked her parents if they could use the vast back lawn to have the reception and her parent’s had agreed whole-heartedly. Neither Beca or Chloe had seen it yet, Aubrey insisting that it be a surprise.
Beca turned to look at Chloe as the car started to make it’s way to their destination, a wide grin on her lips, “I love you so much Chloe.” She mumbled, tucking one of the loose hanging locks of Chloe’s hair behind her ear as she stroked her cheek with her thumb, “I’m so happy you agreed to be my wife.”
“I love you too Becs.” Chloe’s eyes glittered as she rested her hand on Beca’s thigh, “I’m the luckiest woman in the whole world.”
Aubrey had made sure that Beca and Chloe’s driver had taken the scenic route to the estate to make sure that their guests arrived before they did. It had been a beautiful ninety minute drive but Beca and Chloe had barely noticed the scenery, having eyes only for each other as they sat as close as could be managed, their hands aching with the need to touch the other, whether it was hand-in-hand, hand resting on their neck, their thigh, anywhere they could reach. When they eventually pulled up outside the huge house, Beca turned lifted her head from Chloe’s shoulder, a soft smile in her lips.
“Here we are. You ready to go and celebrate with our family?” Beca asked, fingers tracing small patterns on Chloe’s thigh through her dress.
“Yeah.” Chloe grinned, leaning in to kiss Beca again, “In a minute.” She mumbled against her lips, a deep kiss shared between them before Beca reluctantly pulled away and climbed out of the car, holding the door open and a hand out for her wife.
“C’mon Chloe Mitchell, let’s go get our groove on.” Beca grinned.
Chloe giggled as she took her hand, pulling Beca into her arms after she had gotten out of the car, “I will never get tired of hearing you call me that.” She whispered, gently running a hand through Beca’s hair.
“I will never get tired of saying it.” Beca lifted Chloe’s left hand to her lips and kissed over the rings she had given her.
Chloe simply grinned as she took Beca’s hand and followed her through the house, pausing just before they walked out of the patio doors.
“Ten minutes?” She smiled as she pulled Beca out of sight of the doors, “It’ll be the last ten minutes of you I get all to myself tonight.”
“Ten minutes.” Beca agreed, her arms slipping around Chloe’s waist easily.
Beca rested her head on Chloe’s shoulder, feeling Chloe rest her head on hers as her hands rested on the small of Beca’s back. They swayed gently to non-existent music, enjoying the peace and quiet that fell over them as they stood in each others embrace, totally and utterly content for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. After Beca’s watch beeped, the short brunette pulled back to look at Chloe, a soft smile on her lips as she kissed her.
“C’mon. If we keep Bree waiting any longer her head might explode.” Beca chuckled as she pulled back.
Chloe simply nodded, laughing softly as she took Beca’s hand again, the two of them stepping out through the patio doors to the cheers and applause of their family and friends. They stood there in quiet, happy shock as they saw the effort that Aubrey and the Bellas (under the strict supervision of the blonde former captain) had gone to in order to transform the back lawn into the perfect place for their wedding reception.
A huge gazebo had been set up with a temporary wooden floor in place to provide an even surface for walking and dancing. A temporary stage had been set up at the back for the musical performances of the evening, and the whole structure was adorned with warm yellow fairy lights. Each table was neatly set with a pressed white table cloth and deep purple runner, a vase of white tulips and lavender in the centre of the table that matched Chloe’s bouquet perfectly. It was picturesque and intimate, the perfect way to spend an evening celebrating their wedding.
Chloe pulled Aubrey into a tight hug as she reached her, tears in her eyes, “Aubrey it’s perfect!” She exclaimed.
“I’m so glad you like it.” Aubrey grinned back, wiping a tear from her eye as Chloe pulled back, “Like I said, I want today to be perfect for you. It’s the least you deserve. Both of you.” She nodded to Beca who was beaming as she wrapped Aubrey in her arms.
“It’s awesome dude, I love it.” Beca mumbled into Aubrey’s shoulder, sniffing as she broke the hug, “I um, I can’t thank you enough for all this. For everything you’ve done for us.”
Aubrey poked her in the shoulder affectionately, holding back her tears, “Don’t go soft on me now Mitchell, I want this make up to last me at least another hour before I cry it off.” She turned to the Bellas who were gathered behind her, “Alright ladies, places!”
The Bellas quickly filed onto stage, all of them grinning so wide that their faces might split in half as Beca lead Chloe to the dance floor that had been set up. Benji cleared his throat as he held a microphone, having been dubbed the MC for the evening.
“Ladies and gentleman if I may have your attention please? Performing A Thousand Years, the Barden Bellas would like to proudly and lovingly introduce for the first time Mrs and Mrs Mitchell for their first dance.” Benji gave Beca and Chloe a thumbs up as the Bellas hummed a soft harmony.
Beca took Chloe’s hand, her other resting on her waist as Chloe’s free hand rested on her shoulder, bodies flush as they started to dance, beautifully and perfectly as in sync with each other as they had been since the day they met.
“Heart beat fast/ Colours and promises.” Aubrey lead them into the song, smiling at her friends, her sisters as they had eyes only for each other.
“How to be brave?/ How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?” Stacie joined her wife singing the verse, gently slipping her hand into hers and giving it a soft squeeze.
“But watching you stand alone/ All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.” Emily sang alongside them, the other Bellas harmonising softly behind them.
“One step closer.” Ashley sang solo as the Bellas fell back into harmony for a moment before collectively singing:
“I have died every day waiting for you/ Darling don’t be afraid/ I have loved you for a thousand years/ I’ll love you for a thousand more.” Chloe and Beca danced in time to the music, eyes on each other, seemingly in a little bubble of their own as Beca twirled Chloe, the redhead giggling softly as she spun.
“Time stands still/ Beauty in all she is/ I will be brave/ I will not let anything take away/ What’s standing in front of me.” Aubrey, Stacie and Emily sang, the youngest Bella no longer able to hold back her tears as she watched Chloe and Beca so in love and content in each other’s arms. Cynthia-Rose stood next to her and put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Every breath/ Every hour has come to this.” Cynthia-Rose joined the verse as the Bellas one-by-one started to succumb to their tears but still singing regardless.
“One step closer.” Ashley belted, Jessica’s hand gripped tight in her own as both of them had tears rolling down their cheeks.
“I have died every day waiting for you/ Darling don’t be afraid/ I have loved you for a thousand years/ I’ll love you for a thousand more/ And all along I believed I would find you/ Time has brought your heart to me/ I have loved you for a thousand years/ I’ll love you for a thousand more.” The Bellas despite their tears were in perfect harmony as usual as they sang to their friends, grins on their faces as Beca and Chloe danced, wrapped in each other’s arms like they were the only two people in the room.
“One step closer.” Ashley belted again.
“One step closer.” Cynthia-Rose echoed in much the same fashion. At this point, the Bellas were all stood hand in hand, huddled close together as the tears poured down their cheeks, all of them overwhelmingly happy for Beca and Chloe.
“I have died every day waiting for you/ Darling don’t be afraid/ I have loved you for a thousand years/ I’ll love you for a thousand more/ And all along I believed I would find you/ Time has brought your heart to me/ I have loved you for a thousand years/ I’ll love you for a thousand more.” The Bellas finished with a soft harmony as Beca pulled Chloe in for a kiss, deep and passionate, happy to have the love of her life in her arms.
They broke apart and joined the rest of the crowd in applauding the Bellas, Beca’s back pressed against Chloe’s front, the redhead’s arm around her waist. The Bellas took a moment to take in the applause before rushing off the stage to pull Beca and Chloe into a group hug, not a dry eye among any of them as they did so. The group hug eventually broke apart and tears were dried as they all took their seats.
It was an incredible dinner with stories and laughs and reminiscing. Beca’s dad made a moving speech that embarrassed Beca no end but she was nonetheless grateful for. Before the main course was served, Aubrey stood up, clinking the side of her glass as they all looked to her, the blonde turning so she was looking at Beca and Chloe, a soft smile on her lips.
“I just wanted to say a few words.” Aubrey beamed as Amy sighed.
“You’ve said more then a few words today cap! My head still hurts from where you hit me with your clipboard!” Amy called, rubbing the back of her head for emphasis.
Aubrey just ignored her but couldn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes, “Chloe, you went from my freshman year roommate to my sister. Beca, you went from the infuriating alt-girl I bumped heads with constantly to one of my closest friends. You have both taught me so much; how to let people in, how to be less uptight, how to lean on others when I need help. I am forever indebted and in awe of the two of you and how incredible you are. To see you sat here, side by side on your wedding day, wearing those ridiculous grins, after everything that you have been through to get here I could not be more proud and more privileged to know you. I love you so much, and I wish you nothing but I life time of happiness. To Beca and Chloe Mitchell.”
Aubrey raised her glass as the newly weds wiped tears from their eyes, everyone doing the same and echoing the phrase: “To Beca and Chloe Mitchell!”
Chloe got up and went and hugged Aubrey tightly, Beca close behind her, “Didn’t realise I meant so much to you cap.” Beca grinned as Aubrey rolled her eyes, pulling Beca in for a hug.
“Shut up. Let me have one night where I say nice things about you and then I promise I’ll never do it again.” Aubrey mumbled, tears on her cheeks.
Benji nodded at Beca, an unspoken question asked and answered when Beca nodded her head. Pulling away from Aubrey, she walked over to where her wife was sat, kissing the top of her head before heading towards the stage.
“What’re you doing?” Chloe asked, an affectionate frown on her face.
“You’ll see.” Beca winked as she followed Benji up onto the stage. The lights dimmed slightly as Beca pulled up a stool, her old and slightly battered guitar in hand as she adjusted the mic stand to the correct height. A projector whirred into life, casting a beam of light onto the screen next to the short brunette.
“Um, hi.” She mumbled into the microphone, suddenly feeling like a shy teenager again as she settled her guitar into place, “So there’s this song that means a lot to me, because it’s the first song that Chloe and I sung together in the showers at Barden, which is way less romantic than it sounds because she just burst in without being invited and I didn’t even know her.” A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd as Chloe blushed a little, beaming, “Anyway, it’s not a really a wedding song, but it is one that means a lot to me. So Chloe, this one’s for you, for all the memories that we have together and for all the memories we’re going to make, I will always think of you whenever I hear this.”
Beca’s guitar skills were a little known fact amongst the Bellas, but it wasn’t a surprise that she was good at it as she strummed the opening chords.
“You shout it out/ But I can’t hear a word you say/ I’m talking loud not saying much/ I’m criticised but all your bullets ricochet/ Shoot me down, but I get up.” Beca started as the images started to play on the screen. Chloe gasped softly as she watched the screen, heart pounding.
It was them, every little moment that was captured on film: the day they met at the activities fair, Bellas practice in their first year, their second, their third, their fourth, bits from their performances as they danced together, riff offs with them vamping off each other, Beca running into her arms in Copenhagen, Bellas holidays, the good parts of the USO tour, Christmas’, birthdays, Thanksgiving. Every part of their history captured in photos and videos, some from Barden Universities prospectus team, some from official judges of ICCA competitions, others from Gale and John’s recordings and the most intimate and perhaps Chloe’s favourites from the Bellas themselves. It was beautiful.
“I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose/ Fire away, Fire away/ Ricochet, you take your aim/ Fire away, fire away.” Beca sang, her eyes meeting Chloe’s as she grinned broadly, “You shoot me down, but I won’t fall/ I am Titanium/ You shoot me down, but I won’t fall/ I am Titanium.”
The photos and videos continued to roll until Beca finished the song, blushing a little as people applauded and cheered loudly, not used to performing solo. She quickly ducked of the stage and was met by a tearful happy Chloe who had gotten to her feet.
“Becs, that was amazing…” Chloe grinned as she cupped her face in her hands, “Where did you find all of that stuff? That photo of us at the activities fair?”
Beca shrugged, bashful but grinning like an idiot, “I just asked around, loads of people had footage of the gigs and stuff, I asked John Gail for some stuff which was… an experience. They used that photo of us in the Barden prospectus for the next year of intake to show them what the activities fair looked like, and I lucked out because they still had it.”
“I love you Beca.” Chloe beamed, having nothing more eloquent to say in that moment, “I love you so much.” She leant in and kissed her, earning wolf whistles from the Bellas which went ignored by the newly weds.
An hour later, Beca watched as her dad invited Chloe to dance, taking her to the dance floor, laughing a little as her father proved conclusively that any dancing and music genes that she had inherited did not come from him. Ellie happily plonked herself down next to her daughter, an arm around her shoulder as she grinned at her.
“Are you having a good time baby?” Ellie asked, Beca not once taking her eyes off her wife as Chloe tired to teach Hank a few dance moves.
“Are you kidding?” Beca chuckled as she watched them, “This is the greatest night of my life. Look at her. That amazing goofball that is trying to teach my tone deaf dad to dance is my wife.”
“She sure is.” Ellie chuckled, giving Beca’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, “I’m so glad you’re happy Beca. It’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”
Beca smile grew as she gently leant back against her mother, head resting on her shoulder, “Thanks mom. I really am…”
Chloe spent nearly twenty minutes trying to teach Hank some basic dance moves and he seemed to have somewhat mastered the disco finger by the time Chloe walked away giggling. She gently pressed a kiss to Beca’s forehead, cupping her cheek with one hand.
“I love you Beca Mitchell.” She grinned, face a little red from dancing.
“I love you too Chloe Mitchell.” Beca grinned, kissing the palm of Chloe’s hand as it was pressed to her cheek.
Chloe kissed her again before grinning again as she headed for the stage. Beca frowned softly, a bemused frown on her face as she watched Chloe whisper something to Benji who nodded enthusiastically before she got onto the stage.
“Hi everyone!” Chloe grinned brightly, “I just wanted to say thank you so much for coming, Becs and I really appreciate all of you being here with us, tonight has been amazing. I know we’re kinda coming to the end of the night, but there’s one thing I wanted to do first.” Her brilliant blue gaze turned to Beca as she grinned wider, “Beca, I love you. I will never ever be able to tell you just how much even if I live forever. You are my whole world, and this song is for you, the love of my life.”
Beca sniffed as her eyes met Chloe’s, still grinning like an idiot as she listened to Chloe’s speech. She loved her more than life itself, and she couldn’t believe her luck that she’d married such a lovable dork.
“You put all your faith in dreams/ You gave me the world that I wanted/ What did I do to deserve you?/ I follow your steps with my feet/ I walk on the road that you started/ I need you to know that I heard you, every word.” Chloe’s eyes never once left Beca’s as she sang to her as if she was the only other person in the room.
“I’ve waited way too long to say/ Everything that you mean to me/ In case you don’t live forever let me tell you now/ I love you more than you’ll ever wrap your head around/ In case you don’t live forever let me tell you the truth/ I am everything that I am because of you.” Beca’s eyes welled with tears as she listened to the lyrics and lost herself in Chloe’s voice,
“I, I’ve carried this song in my mind/ Listen it’s echoing in me/ But I haven’t helped you to hear it/ We, we’ve only got so much time/ I’m pretty sure it would kill me/ If you didn’t know that the pieces of me are pieces of you.” Chloe felt a tear slip down her cheek as she poured ehr heart and soul into the song, wanting Beca to know that she meant every damn word.
“I’ve waited way too long to say/ Everything that you mean to me/ In case you don’t live forever let me tell you now/ I love you more than you’ll ever wrap your head around/ In case you don’t live forever let me tell you the truth/ I am everything that I am because of you/ I have a hero whenever I need one/ I just look up to you and I see one/ I’m a woman ‘cause you taught me to be one/ In case you don’t live forever let me tell you now/ I love you more than you’ll ever wrap your head around/ In case you don’t live forever let me tell you the truth/ I am everything that I am/ Whoa, whoa/ In case you don’t live forever let me tell you the truth/ As long as I’m here as I am, so are you.”
Chloe finished the song a little breathless after pouring her every vocal ability into it. Beca slowly made her way to the redhead who stood on the stage above her, hands on her waist as she lifted her, deceptively strong despite her small frame as she held Chloe in the air above her head for a moment, beaming at her.
“God I love you Chloe.” She grinned, Chloe’s hands reaching down to cup her face, “You are the love of my damn life you beautiful dork.”
Chloe giggled as Beca gently lowered her so her feet were on the floor but not for a second moving her hands from her hips. Chloe brushed Beca’s hair from her face as she smiled warmly, other hand resting on the back of her neck, “I meant it all Beca. You’re my hero, you know that right?”
“As long as I don’t have to wear spandex I can live with that.” Beca grinned, loving the way that Chloe’s laugh made her eyes light up.
“I love you weirdo.” She grinned, running a hand through Beca’s hair.
“I love you too dork.” Beca leant in, rubbing her nose gently against Chloe’s, “Thanks for marrying me today.”
Chloe giggled at Beca’s dorkiness, “Anytime Beca. You’re stuck with me now.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Beca grinned as she pulled Chloe into a deep kiss.
Finally, they were happy. Finally, they had their fairytale ending.
The years passed quickly and easily for the former Barden Bellas.
Jessica and Ashley moved to France a year after Beca and Chloe’s wedding, Jessica opening a private practice and Ashley working for the foreign consulate. By the time they’d lived there a year they’d had their son Harry and were blissfully happy.
Lilly continued for undercover work for the FBI and although the Bellas very rarely saw or heard from here, they knew whatever she was doing she was happy, perhaps a little too happy…
Cynthia-Rose worked hard over the three years following Beca and Chloe’s wedding and eventually opened her own private jet company, flying a-list celebrities all over the world. She’d become close friends with Rhianna much to the overwhelming jealousy of the Bellas.
Amy was still running a surprisingly successful line of one-woman shows that were a huge hit in Las Vegas, and the Australian performer had found not one but four fabulously wealthy and hunky boyfriends to keep her happy (”For now!” She would always qualify).
Flo’s juice company “Go With The Flo” had taken off over the last three years on an international scale, and not only was she able to send money to her family back in Guatemala, she was also able to set them up with flights and housing in order for them to move to America where she could see them more.
Emily and Benji were living a life of domestic bliss in Los Angeles, Emily’s second album shattering the records her first one had set, and Benji getting work for big movie company’s in Hollywood. Three years on from the wedding and they were getting ready to welcome their first child into the world, much to everyone’s excitement.
Stacie and Aubrey were still living in New York, happily growing and nurturing their family. Aubrey now oversaw four branches of the Lodge of Fallen Leaves and was looking into opening three more, but after she was done being pregnant with their third child (they were hoping for a boy this time). Stacie was gaining international renown as she dedicated her lab time to finding an easier way for queer couples to conceive, frustrated by the lack of options that she and Aubrey had faced.
And Beca and Chloe? Well, they were still in New York too. They had moved from their studio apartment two years after their wedding after Chloe had given birth to their daughter Brooke. Chloe had taken to pregnancy like it was the easiest thing in the world, and after only three hours in labour (all much to Aubrey’s chagrin) Beca and Chloe held their daughter in their arms for the first time. Now a year later, Beca was the co-owner of Twilight Records which gave her much more control over her working hours, and Chloe was now producing shows for Broadway, although since Brooke had arrived she was only working part time.
It was a sunny August morning when Chloe woke up to the smell of pancakes, frowning softly as she sat up in bed, a smile on her face. She swung her legs from her bed and stumbled downstairs to the kitchen, unable to help the grin that spread across her face at the sight that greeted her. Beca stood at the stove with an apron tied around her waist and flour on her cheeks as she flipped a pancake, eighteen month old Brooke sat in her highchair nearby, also covered in flour and flecks of batter as she furious stirred the small bowl of batter that Beca had given her.
“Mama!” Brooke beamed as she saw Chloe, sticky hands making grabbing motions at her as Chloe grinned, scooping her out of her highchair, not giving a damn about the messy state her daughter was in as she kissed her cheek.
“Good morning Brookey. What on earth are you doing?” Chloe beamed as Beca smiled warmly at her, setting the freshly cooked pancake on a plate.
“Helping with pancake!” Brooke beamed, sporting the same crop of flame red hair that Chloe did.
“Oh really? And who’s idea was that?” Chloe raised a teasing eyebrow at Beca who shrugged with a grin.
“I figured it’s never too early for the kid to learn how to make pancakes.” She grinned as she pressed a soft kiss to Chloe’s lips, “Besides, we thought you might want breakfast in bed for a change, didn’t we peanut?”
“Uh huh.” Brooke nodded, before pointing in the direction of the upstairs, “Go bed!” She demanded, Chloe chuckling as she kissed her daughter again.
“How about I go sit on the sofa and we cuddle up under a blanket whilst mommy finishes the pancakes, then we can pretend your in bed with me?” Chloe smiled at her daughter who nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah? Great! Let’s wash these sticky fingers then.”
Once Brooke was cleaned up, Chloe settled with her on the couch, picking up the TV remote, “Shall we watch something Brooke?” She asked, knowing full well what her daughter was going to ask for.
“Mommas!” Brooke cheered. For as long as the young girl could remember, Beca and Chloe (okay Chloe) had played her videos of Bella performances from years ago. Brooke knew her mommas and her aunties were all in them and loved being able to see them whenever she wanted.
“You got it Brooke.” Chloe laughed as she found a video of the performance from their first ICCA final win.
Beca groaned loudly as she walked into the room, a large pile of pancakes on the plate in her hands, “Do we have to watch this again?”
“Yes!” Brooke frowned. Chloe swore that Brooke had inherited Beca’s frown.
“Fine.” Beca sighed dramatically as she sat next to Chloe, handing her the plate of pancakes and a fork, keeping another fork for herself as they shared the huge pile.
Chloe sighed contentedly as she sat between her wife and her daughter, causing Beca to look up from where her head rested on Chloe’s shoulder.
“You okay baby?” She asked, a soft loving smile on her face.
“Yeah.” Chloe beamed, running a hand through Brooke’s hair, “I’m just marveling at how lucky I am to have the two best girls in the whole world.”
“You’re such a dork.” Beca rolled her eyes as she pressed a soft kiss to her lips, “We’re so lucky to have you. I love you Chlo.”
“I love you too Becs.” Chloe grinned, “And the two of you are stuck with me now, no danger there.”
“You promise?” Beca grinned back.
“Forever and always my love.” Chloe promised.