Aloha 'Oe
Chapter One: One Shot
Author Notes: Bechloe fanfiction…kinda…Well, it is a bit sad with a happy ending. I wanted to pay tribute to one of my favorite cultures and songs. I've always had a fascination with Hawaiian things after Lilo & Stitch, but then I visited Hawaii and fell even more in love with the culture and the place. I watched the movie again and remembered one song that I truly fell in love with in the film, Aloha 'Oe. It had always brought me to tears and Tia Carrere's voice is angelic in the film. Go listen to it on youtube if you can. While I was listening to it, I researched what the lyrics meant in English. Turns out it is about lovers saying farewell and was written by Queen Lili'uokalani, their last queen.
All Hawaiian will be translated at the end. If I get something wrong, please let me know. I really don't want to offend anyone.
Anyways, enjoy the tears (if you have any) and hatred for me after reading this. I love you all and I am so sorry in advanced for this. Also, I apologize for the length. It started and it just wouldn't stop. I went places with this. Not sure how it got to this, but it did.
"ʻO ʻoe nō kaʻu ipo aloha
A loko e hana nei"
-Tia Carrere
Who thought that they would be here? A certain brunette hadn't, that was for certain. It was a beautiful Florida day, which meant it was a wonderful time for a wedding. Beca was there for a wedding and not her own. Standing on the left hand side of the altar, she was dressed in a beautiful royal blue dress that fell slightly below her knees. The sun was setting on the beach as the bride slowly approached the altar dug into the sand, the wind blowing each of their dresses softly in the wind. Beca watched as her best friend was steadily making her way down the makeshift aisle, tears clinging to her stormy blue eyes. The brunette, choking down her feelings, smiled softly as the bride looked at her with eyes of nerves and worry. The petite woman watched as her best friend grabbed her soon-to-be husband's hand. Beca had sworn to herself that she would be a part of this day for the redhead, no matter how much it hurt to see her being married to another. As she watched the veil being pulled from over Chloe's eyes, the brunette fought off every negative emotion that she was having and played her stoic face. Being her maid of honor, along with Aubrey, Beca wasn't going to ruin this day for the older woman. The petite woman knew the groom to be a nice man as he had been subjected to both her and the blonde's protection over Chloe, passing with flying colors. Despite all of her wishes that she was in Tom's place, the brunette wasn't about to reveal that now to her best friend. The night after Tom had proposed was the night that Beca was finally going to tell her the truth. Jesse and her had broken up after three long years in a relationship. The reason…she was gay. The man had helped her realize it 2 months after Worlds.
"Becaw," the brunet had laughed, "That German really got to your head didn't she?"
"Yeah," she mumbled, "It is really disturbing and annoying if I'm being honest. I mean how can one person be in my head so much?"
"Like Chloe," he quipped.
"Dude," Beca growled, "I have no idea what you are talking about."
Jesse crossed his arms and looked at her with a look of disbelief, "Really Beca? Do you not see it? I mean you won't even let me stand within 100 feet of you, but with her, you slide closer to her. You stand 0 feet apart that you two are practically attached at the hip."
"I have no idea what you are talking about," the brunette snapped, "I let you hold my hand and hug me sometimes. I'm not all that open."
"With her you are," he scoffed, throwing up his arms into the air, "You always have been. At least, for as long as I've known you. You opened up to her long before me. If you want to prove me wrong, kiss me. I dare you."
"I can't," the petite woman yelled, "I can't prove you wrong!"
"I know you can't," Jesse chuckled softly, tears in his eyes, "That's why we need to break up. You might love me, but not the way you love her. We're friends. We've always been just friends. Sure, we've kissed and gone on dates, but it never felt like a solid relationship. Now, I know why."
"What the hell are you talking about Jess," Beca asked, clearly upset with this whole situation, "What do you mean?"
"You love her," the brunet claimed, "You always have. You've just been blind to it this whole time."
"I don't think so," Beca incredulously laughed, "Chlo' is my best friend. She's overly friendly and I accept that about her."
"Sure," he deadpanned, "So, if I was to come up and rub my hands on your arms and pull you close to me, you'd let me do it?"
"No."
"If I had failed my finals, would you have brought me food and cuddled with me?"
"No. I would have told you to sack up, dude."
"If I asked you to stand up a date for me, would you?"
"That was once, but no."
"It was Valentine's Day, Becaw."
"Right…"
"If I would have walked into your shower and asked you to sing for me, would you have?"
"No. I would have gotten my BU rape whistle."
"Yet, you did all of those things for Chloe."
"Your point ,Swanson? And make it quickly."
"You have done so much for her. Have you ever thought of why? I mean with me, how does it feel?"
"Safe."
"With her?"
"Like a roller coaster that I don't want to stop. My heart beats a million miles an hour when she pulls me close and sometimes I blank on what I'm going to say, especially when she teases me."
"I hate to tell you, Becaw, but you're in love with her."
"I can't be."
"Okay. Who would you rather date…Chloe or Aubrey?"
"Chloe."
"Chloe or Demi Lovato?"
"Chloe."
"Chloe or Kommissar?"
"Can I pass on this one," she asked, but he quickly shook his head, "Chloe."
"Chloe or me? Be honest about it. I can take it."
"I'm dating you."
"Imagine you aren't and I am just your friend."
"Chloe," she whispered quickly.
"Why were all of your answers, Chloe," he declared, asking an important question to the brunette in front of him.
"Because, she's Chloe. That's why. I can't describe it."
"She's the one for you, Becaw. You've just been playing it safe," Jesse replied, torn up at the fact he was the safe option, "Now, go tell her how you feel. I'll be alright. I'm your bro and you're my lesbro. Go get the girl."
"Jess," the brunette choked, noticing how upset he truly was, "I'm so sorry."
"Hey," he laughed, "At least we found out now rather than later, right?"
"Yeah," Beca agreed, offering him a sympathetic smile, "You'll find someone just as dorky as you. I promise."
"I'll hold you to that promise," Jesse quipped, "Now, go."
"Alright," she shouted, making her way to see Chloe already.
Picking up the pace, the brunette wished that she had taken Aubrey more seriously in regards to cardio. As she reached the redhead's apartment, she noticed that Tom's car wasn't there for the night. Smiling, Beca made her way up the stairs and knocked on Chloe's door. Excitement was coursing through her body and she was realizing at that moment how right Jesse was. Once the redhead opened and hugged her, the brunette felt a shift in their energy. It wasn't the same as it was before. There was something different.
"Come on in Becs," the redhead chirped, letting the petite woman in, "So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
"Uh," Beca blanked as she saw the engagement ring box on the table that was missing a ring conveniently placed on the proper finger on Chloe's hand, "J-just thought we could use a night in. You and me. So, Tom proposed?"
"Yeah," Chloe seemed genuinely happy, "He did."
"Did you say yes," the brunette asked, a scowl residing on her features once again.
"Yes, Becs," the older woman stated, smiling, "I did. It was very romantic what he did."
"Well, congrats," Beca faked enthusiasm, something she had learned to master when she was around Tom and Chloe fairly well.
"Thanks, Becs."
Now, three months after the proposal, here she was with a five months pregnant Chloe and a nervous groom. The dress was hugging the redhead's generous swell and it made Beca's heart soar. She knew that the older woman was going to be a wonderful mother to the surprise. When the redhead had finally told her about the surprise pregnancy, the brunette was furious with Tom for not being careful with Chloe. However, Beca kept her feelings in check while with the pair and later, in private, cried to Jesse that night. She had sobbed all night over the phone to him about it and he remained on the phone until she fell asleep. Now, she was standing her watching the love of her life marrying someone else and hadn't told her the truth about anything. Tonight, the brunette wouldn't be staying. In fact, she had a flight to catch in about four hours to take her to LA where she would start her career. Her former boss at Residual Heat had some hook-ups in LA and he had put in a good word for her. The past two weeks had been correspondence between her new boss in LA, her old boss, and her. It had been a very stressful time until everything was sorted in terms of contracts and everything. Knowing that the redhead would have asked her to stay, the petite brunette refused to tell Chloe about it. In fact, the redhead was the reason why she had to leave. It would hurt her too much and it was time that she moved on with her life. The older woman was doing that and was going to have a family soon, which Beca couldn't break apart no matter how much she loved her. It wasn't fair to Tom for the brunette to try to steal her away nor was it fair to Chloe to ruin something that she had been so excited for.
"I do," Chloe stated, breaking Beca from her thoughts.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the older officiant declared, "You may now kiss the bride."
The bride and groom kissed and Beca fought back her tears from the heartbreak that she was experiencing. Of course, she had to be the cliché best friend who fell in love and nearly ruined a wedding. Yet, she knew that it would soon be over and she would be in LA far away from this as possible. Clapping along with the rest of the people as the two walked away, the brunette sadly smiled as she knew her heart had just broken in half. Quickly, amidst the chaos, Beca snuck off and back to the hotel to get her packed bag. Slipping off her dress as she entered the room, she quickly put on something comfortable, jeans and a relatively good top, and put the dress on the bed with her gift for the bride and groom. Deciding not to say goodbye to anyone, she finally walked out of the room sadly and closed the door on this part of her life forever, or so it seemed. Taking her phone out of her pocket, she called Jesse as she made her way towards the elevators with her bag in hand.
"Hey," she said as she heard him pick up.
"Hey Becaw," the brunet replied, his tone sympathetic towards her.
"I'm heading to the airport," Beca stated, callous in her tone, "I'll see you soon, okay?"
"LA is waiting for you," Jesse quipped, trying to cheer her up, "Not sure it's ready for the Beca experience though."
"Probably not," she attempted a laugh, "I'll need a drink or twenty when I get there. So, we're going out. I just want to put this behind me. I can't deal with this or anything right now."
"Alright," he replied, "Now, you need to get your ass here safely, got it?"
"Got it. See ya."
Hanging up, she rushed downstairs and out of the hotel. Beca knew that they would be coming back soon and she didn't want Chloe to see her leaving. It would break Beca's heart to see the redhead before she left. Yes, she was well aware that this was hurting Chloe by not telling her, but the older woman was going to become busy with her child that it would break them apart anyways. Hailing a cab from the front of the hotel, the brunette watched as it came screeching to a halt in front of her. The cab driver hopped out of the car and grabbed her bag, placing it gently in the back. As she got in, she noticed the group of people approaching the hotel. Jumping in to avoid anyone seeing, she told the cab to take her to the airport and quickly. Ducking down as they passed the group, she heard some ask where she was. They would quickly notice that she was no longer there, but she would be past security and on her way to LA, her dream. Perking up, she looked behind her and felt herself dying even more so than before. Noticing that Aubrey had seen her, Beca hoped that she would spare Chloe and wait for a while to tell her. That wasn't the case. She watched as Aubrey informed the redhead of her departure and the tears of her former best friend streaming down her face. The brunette felt herself choking on a lump that had formed in her throat.
"I'm sorry, Chlo'," she whispered, tears trailing her cheeks, recalling the song from when her mother would sing to her, "ʻO ʻoe nō kaʻu ipo aloha A loko e hana nei. Aloha 'Oe*. Until we met again. You're going to be a great mom. I'm sorry I won't be there."
Turning her back, Beca was giving up her heart as she made her way towards her destination. Sometimes to achieve greatness, a person needs to give up their love to pursue a dream. That was what the petite brunette was doing. She was giving up on love to achieve her dream, which was to become a successful music producer. Well, maybe she was settling for the second best dream. Chloe had been her first and would be her last dream of love. In the years to come, she would become famed for, not only her music, but her one-night stands and her wild attitude. LA was certainly not ready for the dynamite brunette, but at that moment, she was ready for LA. After all, it had been her dream for so many years.
It had been two years since Chloe and Tom had gotten married and since Beca had walked out on that portion of her life. As soon as she had landed in LA, the brunette had changed her number and changed her email. Working quickly, the former co-captain of a World Champion and National Champion acapella team had cut all ties to the Bellas. It had been too painful to think of what they would say to her. It had been too painful to watch the love of her life go down the aisle with someone else. Tonight, however, she was thinking about something else. Downing her seventh drink of the night, things were blurry for the wild DJ and music producer. Beca knew in the two years that she hadn't been near the redhead she had built up a reputation as quite the womanizer and drunk. Tonight, she had invited another one of her conquests out for drinks and was getting herself prepared for another bitter night of a loveless one-night stand. Taking the last gulp of her drink, she noticed red hair out of the corner of her eye and nearly choked on her drink. The petite brunette spun her head around to try to locate the source, but couldn't. Dismissing it as her eyes playing tricks on her, the brunette grabbed the aspiring model that she had brought with her and asked her back to her place while he hand was on her hip. The model agreed, swooning in her chair slightly, and the two made their way towards the exit. As they reached the exit, the brunette felt a hand grab her wrist. Spinning around, Beca came face to face with the demon that had been haunting her for two years.
"Becs," her familiar voice called out, uncertain and wavering in tone.
"Beale," Beca grunted, clearly drunk and not willing to be a participant in any conversation, "Listen, great catching up with you. But I got a date with a hot model. So, I gotta go."
"Really," Chloe snapped, "You disappeared from my life on my wedding day and that's all you can say?"
"Yeah, Red," the brunette callously replied, "That's all I can say. Sorry if this wasn't the reunion you were looking for. That model is waiting for me and I hate to keep her waiting. See ya around, Beale."
"You aren't the Beca I remember," the redhead snarled.
"You're right. No, I'm not," she yelled, "Are you satisfied now?"
"No, just disappointed."
"You're starting sound like my dad."
"At least one of us does."
"You think you can just show up here and tell me how to live my life," Beca continued, "You don't even know what I've been through."
"I would if you would just tell me," Chloe cried.
"Forget it," the brunette charged off, clearly pissed off, "You wouldn't understand. I'm out of here. Go back to your husband and kid."
"That's just it," the older woman sighed, "I can't."
"What do you mean you can't, Beale," the petite drunk stopped in her tracks, not facing Chloe as she spoke.
"No kid and Tom is now my ex-husband. We divorced shortly after we got married," Chloe claimed, fighting her tears.
"You were pregnant," Beca replied, still not facing her demon, "You were five months pregnant. They don't just vanish. What do you mean no kid?"
"He was stillborn," the redhead broke down, "I went into labor right after you left and he didn't make it."
"Shit," the brunette managed to say, her mind racing coming to a conclusion quickly, "Alright, Beale, come on. We'll go to my place to talk. That's it. Talk. Then in the morning, I want you gone. Forever. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal," Chloe replied, her tone on of venom.
"Good," Beca chided, turning to the beautiful model that she had planned for the evening and spoke to her, "I'm sorry, honey. It would have been nice, but history is doomed to repeat itself and this redhead needs to talk to me. I'll see you around."
"Bye DJ Mitchell," the blonde giggled, "Such a shame. We would have had so much fun."
"I bet," the brunette chuckled to herself, a smirk resting on her lips, watching the shake of the model's hips as she ventured into the night.
"Flavor of the evening I see," the redhead deadpanned, clearly disgusted by Beca's current state.
"You don't get to judge me," the petite woman snapped, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth, not even turning to face her, "Now, you are driving and I'll tell you how to get to my place. Got it?"
"Just tell me where to go, Mitchell."
After about twenty minutes of driving, the two pulled up to Beca's Hollywood Hills home. It was a beautiful, modern style home. It was a pale blue-gray coloring with white detailing. It had larger windows and it seemed really expensive, but then again, Beca had a Dodge Challenger (like she had always wanted). After parking, the brunette warily got out of the car and started towards her house. Looking back at Chloe for a moment, the petite DJ wished that tonight's conquest had come home with her instead. Beca had not wanted to deal with an angry, depressed, and disgusted redhead. As the two approached the house, the brunette watched as her ex-boyfriend/current best friend opened the door. Running towards him, wobbling a bit, and tackle hugging him as she screamed his name, the former couple laughed as they fell onto the ground. The brunette felt Jesse's arms around her as he picked her up and carried her inside. As she was placed on the couch, the man invited Chloe into their home. Watching with a heavy glare, the brunette wasn't happy with his choice to invite her in.
"So," Beca groaned, laying on couch, "Why the fuck are you here, Chloe? And I don't not mean in this house, so don't even go there. I mean in LA."
"Aubrey recommended that I see a therapist back in Georgia to help me cope with the divorce and my son," the redhead replied, "I brought you up recently and she suggested that I have a talk with you. Since you no longer have your old email or your old phone number, I had to come out here to see you."
"What made you bring me up," she scoffed, clearly unfiltered at this point, getting up from the couch slowly.
"Seriously Beca," Chloe spat, "You left right after my wedding and never spoke to me again. I had to find out that your number was disconnected by calling you and getting that annoying message. Then, I tried emailing you and got that message back stating that it wasn't a working email. I needed you, Beca, and you left."
"You had Tom and you were pregnant," the brunette replied, still callous in her tone, "I got a job offer that I couldn't refuse. So, I left. They needed me right away, but I refused to leave until after the wedding. I stayed until I couldn't."
"Why did you change your email and phone number then?"
"Because I could. Is that a crime?"
"When it was my only way of contacting you, yes."
"Oh, I'm sorry, princess. My whole world doesn't revolve around you."
"I never said it did, Beca."
"You're acting like it does. Newsflash, this isn't The Chloe Show. I grew up and moved on."
"Clearly. Bringing home a girl every night and drinking until you can barely function is growing up and moving on."
"Fuck you, Beale. How dare you judge me after you broke my heart?!"
"What?"
"Shit. Forget it. I'm going to my room. You stay here, Beale, or in the guest room. I really don't give a fuck. Jesse, remind me to cancel all my shit tomorrow. I'm going to get more fucked up and hopefully forget this night ever happened."
"Beca. No. You and I need to talk about this. What do you mean I broke your heart?"
"You got knocked up by that asshole and married him. Happy? Now, leave me the fuck alone."
"No. I refuse to leave you alone like this, Becs…"
"Do not ever call me that again. It is Beca or DJ Mitchell to you. You come to LA and judge me, criticize me, and now you want to throw a pet name at me? I left because I needed to heal and move on. I'm healing myself and moving on. As my psychology professor said, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone. So, I'll continue to do what I do best and you do whatever it is you do now. I'm happy the way I am, distant and single. Keeps me from getting hurt even more and I get to have sex whenever I want. There are plenty of hot chicks begging to be fucked by a DJ and music producer."
"Beca, please, let's talk. This isn't the girl I knew and cared for. You were my best friend. What happened to you? I want the truth, not some bullshit."
"Okay. Fine, Beale, I'll give you the fucking truth. Shut the fuck up and listen. Here it is. I didn't even realize that I liked you until after Worlds. I went over to Jesse's apartment and started to talk with him. He pointed out that Kommissar really got to me. I told him that she did and he then proceeded to point out that the only other person that got to me was you. I told him that he was a fucking idiot, but then he started to make sense. I was the one who sat with you the whole night when you failed your finals and comforted you. I was the one who stood up Jesse on a date night, Valentine's Day no less, to comfort you when Tom was being a jackass. You were the only one I allowed to get close to me. I could have blown my BU rape whistle on you, but didn't. I let you hug me, pull me close, and cuddle. I went along with your ideas because it was you.
"Did Tom ever do that? Did Tom ever stop to listen to you pour your heart out about the most idiotic and most irrelevant shit like that show with all the fucking sluts? When I found out you were pregnant, I didn't blame you. I blamed him for being a fucking idiot. When you said that it was a mistake, I couldn't blame you. Then, when you asked me to be your maid of honor, I said yes because I loved you so much and wanted to make you happy. When I saw you in that dress, you looked so beautiful. When I saw you kiss him and vow yourself to him, my heart shattered into a million pieces. I felt like my world stopped. I left my dress on the bed and turned away from heartbreak because I knew if I stayed, I could never heal. I would be forever broken. I am broken. You broke me. How was that for talking? Now, for the final time, leave me-."
Chloe, before Beca could finish talking, grabbed the girl and hugged her. At first, the brunette was taken back by the hug, but eventually gave in. Wrapping her arms around the older woman, the petite DJ fought against her tears and lost. Choking out a sorry, Beca meant every apology that she said. She was sorry for leaving her, sorry for never telling her, sorry for being the asshole that she was, sorry for not being there when she lost her son, sorry for not getting in contact with her, sorry for yelling at her, sorry for trying to forget her with bimbos and models, sorry for everything. Hearing the soft "I know" coming from the redhead, the brunette rested her eyes. Beca had forgotten how good Chloe Beale's hugs were. They were like nothing else for the younger woman, better than any alcohol or sex that she could find. Her heart was racing and she was pretty sure that she had stained the redhead's shirt with mascara and other make-up that she had put on.
"Ku'u lei*," Beca whispered into Chloe's shoulder, muffled that the redhead wasn't able to hear it, "Nau ko 'u aloha. Ma'ane'i no ke aloha.*"
"What," the older woman asked, pushing her back a bit.
"I'm just saying I'm sorry," the brunette lied.
"You're a terrible liar, Beca," the redhead deadpanned, "What did you say?"
"I was speaking Hawaiian," she looked away and blushed slightly, "I know a bit of the language, okay?"
"Wait, you know German and Hawaiian," Jesse cut in, which got a glare from the petite DJ as she had forgotten he was here still.
"Yes," she snapped, "I know both. My mom was in the military. So, we traveled. My mom was born and raised in Hawaii on the base. Her dad was in the service too. We rotated a lot. When we were in Georgia, my dad met Sheila. He left my mom and me before we went to Germany. It was just the two of us for a while. My mom used to sing to me in Hawaiian and taught me some words. No big deal. I know some Spanish and French too, but that's because we went there for a while too."
"That's amazing," Chloe claimed, "I think it is neat. I don't know any other languages. Will you teach me something in Hawaiian?"
"Sure," Beca replied, turning to the redhead once again.
"How do you say kiss me in Hawaiian," Chloe questioned.
"E honi mai ia'u," the DJ declared, "Why?"
"E honi mai ia'u," the older woman asked.
"If you insist," the brunette teased, bringing her lips to Chloe's quickly.
Feeling a peace inside that had been long forgotten, the petite woman felt Chloe deepen the kiss. For the first time in a long time, Beca smiled a true smile. After all this time, she had finally gotten the girl of her dreams. She was no longer going to be haunted by her leaving behind such a wonderful woman, her best friend, Chloe. Everything seemed right at that moment.
After Chloe had come back into Beca's life, the DJ had turned her life around. There was no more partying for the three years that they had been together and the brunette had become less chaotic. The two had gotten married a year after they got together and were happy in their marriage. After a few months of marriage, the redhead had suggested to Beca that they try to have a kid via IVF and use a donor with similar features to the petite brunette. After a year of looking, they found the perfect donor and prepared themselves for the process. Eventually, within the year, the redhead was artificially inseminated via IVF. Turns out that Chloe was fertile and it took on the first try. When she started to feel ill in the beginning, the two immediately went to the pharmacy and grabbed a pregnancy test for the older woman. When it showed positive on all seven tests, Beca scheduled an appointment with their doctor for the next week. The redhead was being careful, as she had complications with her first pregnancy. Within the week, the doctor had confirmed the pregnancy and had informed them it was twins. Of course, the younger woman knew how upsetting it was for Chloe as she was carrying two lives instead of one. Keeping close to the redhead, Beca had promised her that this was going to be different and that she wasn't going to run. As the weeks progressed into months, the older woman's pregnancy had been rough with all of her hormones, but worth it. The redhead was swollen and tired, but to Beca, she was beautiful.
Currently, Chloe was 35 weeks pregnant with twins and was trying to get on the dress for her first attendance and Beca's second appearance at the Grammy's. The brunette had finished getting ready and walked up to the door. Looking at her wife with adoring eyes, Beca watched as the redhead struggled to fit the dress around her taut, swollen belly. Walking over to Chloe, the younger woman helped her get into her dress. Yes, for the brunette it was terrifying to know that she was going to be a mother to two kids, but with Chloe by her side, she knew that they would be fine. Cautiously, Beca made sure that her wife's dress was zipped up, smiling when she saw how radiant the redhead looked. Wrapping her arms around her wife, she felt at peace with the fact that they were about to be mothers to two beautiful children.
"You look amazing, Chlo," the brunette purred gently.
"You're just saying that," Chloe sighed, clearly in one of her moods.
"Babe," Beca warned, giving her a kiss on her neck, "You are carrying our twins; our children. You are Hāpai*, Ku'uipo*. You look beautiful all the time. Don't you ever forget it, alright?"
"Such a softie," the redhead teased, "but thanks Becs. I just can't wait to not be pregnant anymore. I'm getting tired and with the Braxton-Hick's and the twins dropped about two weeks ago, I feel like I'm just ready."
"None of that talk," the young woman replied, kneeling down to get level with her wife's pregnant belly, "You two have 2 more weeks in there. You need to stay in there for that time. Okay. You two can make your appearance early, but you have to promise me that it won't be tonight. Your mommies are heading to the red carpet and I want to show all three of you off to the world, especially how beautiful Mama looks pregnant. So, no coming tonight, promise?"
"I don't think they can promise that," the older woman laughed, "Now, come on. Let's go. Tonight is a big night for you. I'm so proud of you I hope you know."
"Thanks, love," the brunette whispered, "Now, promise me that you'll let me know if you are uncomfortable. I'll take you home and we'll relax for the rest of the night, okay? You and the twins come first over anything else."
"I promise, Becs," Chloe declared, placing a hand over her swollen belly, "Now, let's go. I can't wait to see you win a few Grammy's."
"I'm only nominated for two," she laughed, getting up to her feet again and outstretching her hand for her wife to take, "Hopefully, you'll be my good luck charm. Scratch that. I know you'll be my good luck charm."
"Smooth hun," the redhead giggled, as the two started to walk towards the car that was waiting for the two of them.
"I have to keep on my A-game for you babe," Beca teased, "Ko aloha makamae e ipo *."
"I love you," Chloe stated, "You are such a softie."
"Eh," the brunette grimaced at the term softie, "Just keep that between you, me, and the twins. Don't want my badass street cred to be ruined."
"That already happened when you got married to me," the redhead quipped, "Then when we announced that we were pregnant with twins. That and when-."
"Okay," Beca interrupted, "I get it. I've lost all my badass street cred."
"Not all of it, but most of it," the older woman joked, as she carefully got into the car, a slight pain ripping through her body.
"You okay Chlo," the younger woman asked, noticing the flash of pain on Chloe's face.
"Yeah, just a Braxton-Hick's contraction," the redhead lied, knowing that it was an actual labor pain as they had been occurring for at least three hours now, "I'm fine Becs. Promise."
"Alright," Beca dismissed it and walked over to the other side of the car, getting into it, "Let's do this."
Within fifteen minutes, the two had arrived and Beca noticed that her wife was having another pain that lasted about a minute. The doctor had warned her about labor pains and that was what Chloe was having. Looking at the redhead, Beca simply asked if she wanted to go home. This was just the beginning of her labor and knew that it could change any second. Part of Beca wanted to force her to go home, but the rest of her knew that Chloe would be pissed at her if she sent her home on such an occasion. Helping her wife out of the car, the brunette watched as the paparazzi swarmed around them. Smiling, she held her pregnant, beautiful wife close to her. Keeping a close eye on Chloe, Beca answered questions regarding her new album, family life, and her marriage. It took them a while to finish up the red carpet interviews, but soon found their way inside. Turning to the redhead, she asked if there was anything she needed. A quick shake of the older woman's head gave Beca all the hints that she needed. Bringing out of her phone, she called the one person that she knew would do anything for her wife besides her. After three rings, a strict voice answered the phone.
"Aubrey Posen," the voice rang out.
"Posen," the brunette tsked, "You don't have to answer my phone calls like that."
"Mitchell," the blonde groaned, "I wasn't paying attention to the screen."
"You mean to tell me that the great Aubrey Posen doesn't have individual ringtones," Beca quipped, "I thought I'd have The Imperial March as my ringtone."
"You're too short to be Darth Vader," the blonde deadpanned, "More like a Jawa."
"Very funny. Are you sure that you aren't Darth Vader then? You fit the description of being the biggest asshole in history," the brunette venomously teased, hearing a groan come from her wife, she quickly changed her tone to one of concern, "Listen, I know you're out in LA considering your best friend is about to have a baby. I need you to come and pick her up. She's having labor pains and I want her to relax. Being on TV and the red carpet is no place to be having labor pains and be comfortable."
"Oh shit," Aubrey breathed, "Alright. I'm on my way."
"Thanks Aubrey," Beca chimed, "Also, will you let me know when she is 7 minutes apart. I know which hospital that Chloe wants. So, I'll leave as soon as she hits 7 minutes."
"Will do," the woman agreed, pausing for a moment, "You know, despite all of my teasing, you really are good for her. You have proven to me that you aren't going anywhere ever again. You broke her when you left, but then again, she broke you too. You two are perfect for each other and I'm glad the two of you pulled your heads out of your asses and figured it out."
"That's the nicest thing you've said to me," Beca teased, "It means a lot for me to hear that from you, Aubrey. I'm not going anywhere. These twins and Chloe have become my life and I wouldn't have it any other way."
A deep breath came from beside the brunette that was 8 minutes from the last one and the brunette quickly amended her statement to tell Aubrey to meet them at the hospital. The labor pains were progressing faster that the three were prepared for. Helping her wife to her feet, Beca quickly hung up the phone and called her driver to pull back up. Within minutes, the vehicle was waiting for them. Helping her wife before climbing into the car herself, the brunette was nervous. It was a 30 minute drive, give or take, to UCLA Med from the Staples Center. Telling the driver to step on it, the younger woman kept her eye on her wife. Beca noticed that Chloe was still sitting at 8 minutes when they left the Staples Center, but by the time they got to UCLA Med, she was at 5 minutes and they were getting stronger. They were approaching the active phase of labor and Beca knew that it was a matter of time. Since Chloe had already had one child, her labor was much faster than the first time around. Getting her wife out of the car and into a wheelchair, Beca was freaking out. This was her first time dealing with anything like this, considering she was an only child and hadn't been there first time around for Chloe. As she brought her wife into the hospital, the brunette was barely breathing and her mind was working at a million miles per hour. As they situated the two in the room, it was clear to the brunette that her wife was in pain. Beca could do nothing to take that pain away.
"Beca," the redhead quipped in between labor pains, "I can hear you thinking. Calm down. We're all fine. This is all part of the process."
"You're in pain, Chlo," Beca retorted, "and I can't do anything to help. I'm a sitting duck while you're the one going through this."
"You being here is helping," Chloe whispered, "Tom wasn't even there when I was in labor. He went on a trip with his father after the wedding. So, you being here is the most amazing thing right now."
"I'll never leave your side," the brunette breathed into her wife's ear, "or the twins. You all are my life. I wouldn't have it any other way."
"You complain about being seen as a softie and then you go and say these th-," Chloe winced and stopped talking through her contraction, "-ings."
"No more complaining, I promise," Beca quipped, "That contraction seemed like a bad one."
"They are getting closer together and more powerful," the redhead stated, "Soon, I'll probably be yelling at you and telling you to leave."
"I promise you I won't," Beca laughed softly, "I'm not leaving no matter how many times you yell at me. We're doing this together…well, not together together because I'm not pregnant…but I'll be there throughout the whole process."
"Good," Chloe laughed, "Stop being so adora-."
"That was three minutes apart," the brunette stated the obvious.
"That means I'm in active labor," the redhead breathed, clearly in pain, "It hurts, Becs."
"I know babe," Beca replied, concern lacing her words, "I wish I could take some of the pain away, but just think we'll have our twins here soon."
"I'm so worried, Becs," Chloe whispered, grimacing in pain once again, "What if the twins are stillborn like Noah was?"
"You have been feeling their kicks," she stated, "right? Those strong kicks mean they're fine. I promise. Our little guys, girls, or whatever they may be are going to be okay."
"I love you," the redhead groaned in pain, "I wish they would hurry up."
"Me too, love," the brunette agreed, "Me too."
Within the next couple of hours, the brunette watched as her wife screamed in pain, often telling Beca how much she hated her at that moment. The brunette could take it, whispering words of love to the woman who was in labor, delivering their children. Finally, at one in the morning, the first born had arrived screaming his lungs out. The two enjoyed a moment before the redhead felt another contraction and an urge to push. Soon after their son was born, their daughter arrived in a similar fashion as her brother. Beca watched as the two squirmed in the nurses' arms and held Chloe close to her as she finished her labor. The two new parents were overly thrilled with the arrival of their children and watched as they were steadily placed in their arms. Beca was holding their son and Chloe was holding their daughter. Both had beautiful blue eyes, but only the boy had red hair. Their daughter was a beautiful brunette and had Chloe's vibrant blue eyes, while her brother had Beca's dark stormy blue eyes. The younger woman chuckled softly as she looked down at her son.
"You know, I only called Aubrey," she stated, "I was freaking out so much that I forgot to call everyone."
"Don't worry about that," the blonde stated as she walked in, "I called everyone for you. I knew that you'd be freaking out and Chloe would be focusing on you and the twins."
"Thanks, Posen," the brunette offered, "I appreciate that. Really."
"The girls will arrive tomorrow and both of your parents are coming in tonight," Aubrey stated, being very quiet as to not disturb the twins, "Can I hold one of them?"
"As the godmother," Chloe declared, "I don't think you have to ask."
"Really," the blonde gasped.
"Yeah, Posen, godmother," Beca teased, "We couldn't think of anyone better. You were there for Chloe when I wasn't and you've helped us out so much. So, we figured that you would want to be the godmother."
"I would be honored," she replied, tears forming in her eyes, "Thank you. Both of you."
"It's no trouble at all," Chloe admitted, "You were there for me with Noah and now these two. I made the mistake of making his sister the godmother of Noah, but this time I'm not making that mistake. I want you to be their godmother."
"Plus, Posen, they are going to need the Aca-Nazi that I've grown kind of fond of," Beca deadpanned.
"Aww, you're cute, Hobbit," Posen growled.
"Becs," Chloe gasped, "We missed the Grammy's. I wanted to watch you win."
"Babe," the brunette laughed, walking over to her wife, "There is no place I would rather be right now. There will be other Grammy's, but moments like these can never be repeated or replaced."
"Let's turn on the TV and see if you won," the redhead yawned, clearly fighting off sleep.
"Right now, you need to rest," the younger woman claimed, "I'll take our daughter while you rest, okay? I'll wake you up when they need to be fed and/or when our family gets here. 'Ohana comes first. Don't you ever forget it."
"Okay, hun," Chloe mumbled, halfway asleep already, "Love you."
"Nau ko'u aloha no kau a kau*," Beca whispered into the redhead's temple, taking their daughter from Chloe's arms, "Sleep well, my love. Sweet dreams. You were amazing today."
The brunette watched as her wife closed her eyes and fell asleep, her chest rising and falling in peace. Smiling, Beca took her daughter and placed her in the bassinette that the hospital provided for the couple. Giving her a soft kiss, the brunette sighed happily. Taking her son from Aubrey, she repeated the process that she had just done with his sister. After giving him a soft kiss, the brunette sat down in the chair that was in between her two children and yawned in contentment. The younger woman made a promise in that moment to both her daughter and her son that she would always protect them no matter what and that she would never leave them. Beca promised that she would fight for them and their mother even in the darkest of times. They were her family and she would never forgive herself if she walked away like her father had. Keeping her eyes open was proving to be a struggle, but she would do it for her wife and her children. They hadn't announced their children's names yet and wanted to surprise everyone when they got there.
The next day came and their parents had been so excited to see their grandchildren. Beca's mother had even flown in from the base to see the twins, which made the smaller brunette happy. Everyone was crowding around the two newborns and Chloe, making sure the three of them were fine. They were also anxiously awaiting the names of the two kids. The brunette had her daughter in her arms and Chloe had their son. Beca nodded to Chloe as everyone grew quiet, the nurse sitting there with the blank birth certificates.
"Meet Elijah Kalei," Chloe said, "our son…"
"Meet Reagan Malie," Beca stated, "our daughter."
"Eli, slow down," Beca called after her four-year-old son, who was running towards the playground where his sister and mother were relaxing.
"Mama," Reagan chirped, her vibrant blue eyes lighting up as she approached.
"Hey kiddo," the larger brunette laughed, "Were you good for mommy?"
"Yeah," the four-year-old girl nodded, "Mommy was worried about you. She said that you shouldn't be doing so much with our brother or sister coming soon."
"Was she," Beca chuckled, placing a hand on her baby belly, "Mommy needs to stop worrying so much."
"Hey Mama," Elijah yelled towards Beca, "My friend, Danny, said that a mommy and daddy make babies. How did you and mommy make our brother or sister?"
"Chlo," the brunette breathed, sitting down next to her wife on the bench, clearly nervous to explain the process, "You want to explain?"
"Sure, hun," the redhead giggled at her wife's nervousness, "Eli, we had help from the doctor. We asked your uncle Jay to help the doctor put a baby in Mama. So, he helped us make your brother or sister."
"What do you mean," both the children asked, clearly confused.
"Daddies have a special part that helps put babies in the mommies," Chloe stated, "Since neither your Mama or I have that part, we wanted to ask someone that was related to me to help us. Uncle Jay, being my brother, was that person. We'll explain more once you get older, okay?"
"Okay," the two agreed, "Can we go play now?"
"Just be careful, okay," Beca asked.
"Of course, Mama," the twins ran off towards the monkey bars.
"How are you feeling," the redhead asked, placing her hand on Beca's 40 week pregnant belly.
"Like I'm ready to not be a human incubator," Beca quipped, grimacing at the swift blow to her ribcage, "The baby is kicking like crazy. I'm 40 weeks and it still hasn't dropped. I don't know how much longer I can take being pregnant. I swear my new nickname is DJ Bitchell."
"Just think," Chloe replied, "You are the most beautiful pregnant woman I've seen. So, that's got to count for something."
"I think that you wanted me to carry the baby because you have some crazy fetish for pregnant women," Beca deadpanned.
"You're the only pregnant woman I've had eyes for," the redhead stated in a whisper, "It is attractive on you. We might just have to do this again in a year."
"Oh no," the younger woman declared, "Being a human incubator once is enough for me. I mean, don't get me wrong. The sex in the second trimester was some of the best I've had, but this part of the pregnancy and the morning sickness…not a fan of it. I'm also not looking forward to labor."
"Labor is not fun, but the result is totally worth it," Chloe remarked.
"You had to deliver two humans," Beca replied, rubbing her back gently, "I don't know how you survived 35 weeks with two. I'm struggling here at 40 weeks with just one. You are a goddess and made it look so easy with the twins."
"You forget that I had experience before," the older woman retorted.
"Today is his birthday," the brunette replied, "How are you feeling?"
"Sad, but I've got a wonderful wife, two four year olds, and a baby on the way," Chloe replied, "I think that I've got it great."
"Well, Noah," Beca looked up to the sky as she spoke, "You heard your mommy. She's doing well. I promise I'm looking after her. I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you, but I'm not going to leave your mom ever. She's made me the happiest I've ever been, even with me being pregnant. Aloha 'Oe. A hui hou*."
Beca kissed her wife quickly on the lips and watched as the twins played on the monkey bars. She was grateful for moments like these and she knew that this was something she could look forward to for the rest of her life. Part of her wished that Noah could have been there as well, but he was watching over them from wherever he happened to be.
Translations:
*ʻO ʻoe nō kaʻu ipo alohaA loko e hana nei. Aloha 'Oe = Goodbye, my love. You are mine regardless.
*Ku'u lei =My beloved
*Nau ko 'u aloha. Ma'ane'i no ke aloha = My love is yours. For love is here and now.
*E honi mai ia'u = Kiss Me
*Hāpai = to carry; pregnant
*Ku'uipo = sweetheart
*Ko aloha makamae e ipo = Sweetheart, you are so precious
*'Ohana = family; kin; relatives
*Nau ko'u aloha no kau a kau = My love is yours for eternity
*Aloha 'Oe. A hui hou = Goodbye. Until we meet again
Final Notes: I am so sorry for where this went. I've never lost a child or even been pregnant. I did a little bit of research for it. So, hopefully, I captured labor well enough without going too much into detail. For those that have lost children, I am so sorry. I cannot even imagine the pain over the loss. I hope that you all have a wonderful support system. This story of a happy ending (ish) goes to you. I hope that you have the family that you want/deserve.
In addition, I wanted Beca to be able to speak some languages because I thought it would be interesting. Plus, Hawaiian language is beautiful if you ask me. Don't ask me to speak it though. I'd probably butcher it.
For some announcements, I am working diligently on Cheerleader, which is at 17 chapters now. It will probably be around 20 or so chapters. I'm going to be clearing out some of the space on my computer from "failed" start-ups and one shots because they are just taking up space. With that being said, I want you all to know that The Party's Just Begun will be deleted from my library as it is old and I have no desire to finish it. Just One Yesterday will remain, but that is simply because I hate it when fanfictions I like are deleted and many people enjoy it. Therefore, I am not going to be one of those authors.
Finally, I am open to prompts. If you all have an idea for a fanfiction, just send it to me via FF or tumblr. Whether it be smut or fluff or angst, I'll write it.